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[symbiomancy]

boutique —minotaur

—summary: Your minotaur companion ruined your underwear after your speed date, so he makes good on his promise to replace them.

// AO3 // monster masterlist

—cw: minotaur x reader, smut (p in v sex), creampie, belly bulge, squirting, size difference, mentions of fantasy racism (I tried to stop myself from adding plot obviously I failed ok)

—wc: 2,2k

—a/n: part 2 of this! also I'm switching to shorter smut for a while, I watched the haikyuu movie yesterday and I gotta write sth for my stupid rooster head captain on my main.

You exchanged phone numbers after your little tryst in the bar bathroom.

And you’re content to write it off as a one-off fling until he calls you on Tuesday evening to invite you shopping — because he still has to make up for the pair of panties he ruined (and kept). You cannot contain your grin as you settle on the time and place, and you confirm you’ve received the text with the exact address.

Said address leads you to a fancy boutique. You glance down at your yellow sundress, wipe off the imaginary lint, and ignore the thought of being underdressed to shop in a place like this. You glance at your phone to double-check the address. It’s the correct building.

You nearly jump out of your skin when the front door of the boutique opens with a flourish and your minotaur companion greets you with a wave. Some pedestrians pause and stare, and you duck your head and hurry over to the store door, press past the minotaur’s body to escape into the building.

The interior is nice, fancy even: high, arched ceiling and tall windows, pillar with intricate carvings situated around the store, cream-colored walls with black shelves, black tables displaying merchandise. Sculpted models of bodies are erected onto said tables and shelves, a different monster everywhere you look. One table has a naga statue, a shelf has something with tentacles you can’t make out from the distance, and a third displays a sculpted orc lady. Her tusks are capped with gold.

Other than you, the minotaur, and the display bodies dressed in gorgeous lingerie, the store is void of life.

“Nobody’s here today,” the minotaur says.

“Oh?”

“I take care of the business part of running a business; my sister works with designers to order from. She also arranges models and sculptors for the display models.” He places his hands on his thighs, and runs them up and down once as if he’s nervous. “It’s just us today. I hope that’s okay.”

You nod, and let a small smile curl your lips up. The minotaur motions you along with the sweep of his hand, leading you through the showroom, winding around the displays — they’re gorgeous, obviously not mass-produced — until you arrive at a section with models of familiar build on the tables. Humanoid.

He follows a few steps behind you as you make your way around the tables, stop to pick a garment up to examine it, then carefully place it back. They’re gorgeous: lace-trimmed pieces, bejeweled pieces, crotchless pieces — your face heats up when you pick up a cute pink thong and realize it’s crotchless. The minotaur behind you pointedly looks away.

There’s a plush seat outside the dressing rooms and the minotaur takes a seat, and motions you towards one of the stalls. Though it’s much less like the bathroom stall from your previous encounter and more like a small but spacious room carved into the wall, separated from the store by a curtain.

You stare at the array of lingerie sets on their hangers and reach for the red one, fold your dress, and place it onto the long seat in front of the mirror.

The red… looks good. You twirl in front of the mirror, place your hands on your chest, onto ur thighs, onto ur ass, turn again and again and again. You… look good. It’s comfortable, too; the bra doesn’t dig into your skin and the seams on the panties don’t itch. You reach for the curtain and take a deep breath, then pull it back.

The minotaur looks up from his phone, lets it slide between his thigh and the chair armrest. Heat rushes to your cheeks but it’s way too late to back out, so you give him a slow twirl. He’s silent, staring at you, a closed fist pressing against his mouth. The silence stretches, drags.

“Can I ask you something?”

“You look amazing,” he says then, voice strained. Your entire face explodes in warmth and you nearly trip over your feet as you step back into the dressing room, yanking the curtain between you. “Sorry, I —”

“No, like… I wanted to ask why you approached me at the speed dating event.” You shrug off the red set of lingerie and place it on top of your dress. You slide the white set off its hanger and — oh fuck, the crotch area is just see-through lace.

“You’re gorgeous. I wanted to meet you.”

Your face might melt off at this rate.

“Well, I mean, humans have a… reputation, and attraction to anything non-human is considered sexual deviancy on a fetishistic level — as if anything other than straight vanilla sex isn’t also considered sexual deviancy. High school health classes were miserable enough and they chose to spread the propaganda spiel about how you shouldn’t fuck anything non-human because they’re below us. ‘Humans are the superior race’ or whatever — what a load of crock, how are you smarter than something with three heads and three times the brain?” The white bra is even better, makes your tits pop.

On the other side of the curtain, the minotaur chortles. “The amount of lectures we got about not hooking up with human women…” he huffs. “Sexual deviancy part matches up, though.”

“Oh? Were your reasons more interesting than ours?”

“Well, they liked to say human women specifically would use us for our cocks, then cry about assault and have their males skin and wear us… Men would wage war even if it was consensual because they think we’re below them.” You wince at his words. “History sure isn’t pretty, huh?”

“Yeah.”

You pull the curtain back and step out, do your little twirl for him. He hums appreciatively, motions towards the large mirror next to the dressing room. You step up and angle your body back and forth as he looms behind you, arms crossed over his chest. His biceps bulge through the button-up shirt he’s wearing. His heated breath caresses your bare back.

“Are those two the only ones you picked?”

“No, there’s one more.”

The minotaur nods and steps back to allow you passage into the dressing room.

Inside, you nearly keel over when you realize the last set has crotchless panties. But considering your companion has once already rearranged your guts in objectively worse conditions… You pull the curtain back to stick your head out.

“I’m not coming out in this,” you say and motion him inside with the jerk of your head. He adjusts himself and stands, and oh — you pointedly ignore the bulge in his pants as he slips through the curtain. He doesn’t stray far from you, stands so close you can practically feel the heat rolling off his body. Slowly, you turn to give him the full view of the piece, try and fail to ignore the shape of his cock through his pants, fuck he’s huge, stop when you can look at him head-on in the mirror again.

The minotaur raises a hand, drags his fingertips across your skin, leaves goosebumps in their wake, up your thigh, over the curve of your hip, up your stomach. He pauses at your breast, places his large palm over it, and pinches your nipple between his fingers. You gasp, press back against him. The beast in his pants rests at your lower back.

His other hand finds purchase on your hip, drags over the front of your panties. You slide your legs further apart and his breath hitches when his fingers find your uncovered cunt. They stall on your clit and you try to grind against them, pushing your ass against him even harder.

The minotaur pulls the hand on your clit back and you want to whine as it relocates to your upper back. He pushes you forward. You nearly trip, barely bracing your hands against the plush seat with your dress and discarded items. He undoes his belt buckle with one hand and when he’s pressing against you next, the tip of his cock drags through your folds. You press back, try to grind against him.

“So impatient,” he tuts, pressing against your entrance. You’re almost shaking from excitement — every orgasm you’ve tried to draw out on your own between now and your little bar bathroom rendezvous on Saturday has been okay but not nearly enough to be thoroughly satisfying. Your own fingers are good but there’s something about another participant, one whose actions you cannot control and who could do whatever they want with you has something in your brain short-circuiting. He could use you as his personal fleshlight and you’d thank him just for being full of his cum.

The minotaur slowly pushes in and fuck, you can feel him everywhere. You stifle the moan in your throat as he bottoms into you — fuck, fuck, fuck, he’s so big you swear you can see him in your guts when you look down — and he pauses, exhales slowly. He’s thick, warm, you can feel every ridge, every pulsing vein on his cock pressing against your insides.

He moves, pulls out nearly all the way, and thrusts back in as far as he can. It drives the air from your lungs and with it, a loud gasp. Your face erupts in heat and you look down, away from your reflection in the mirror. He sets a slow pace at first and you push your hips back against him, skin slapping against skin. It echoes in your ears over the roaring blood, lewd and wet the sounds your pussy is making, and you try not to focus on it, yet it permeates through you, bounces around in your skull. He keeps the pace and lets his hands run over your body, petting and groping and tugging. His fingers catch your nipple through the sheer lace of your bra.

You cum right then and there, clench around him with a moan from the back of your throat, arms shaking under your weight. He slows and you frantically shake your head.

“More. More,” you manage between choked breaths, push your ass against his pelvis. He speeds up, hands traveling again, exploring. One rests on your right hip, the other cups the underside of your thigh and raises it, thrusts in and you nearly shout when he hits something so deep in you but it feels so good, so full.

So good and too much. He’s too big, too deep. He picks up the pace, every ridge and curve of his cock dragging against your insides. Your pussy dribbles around him, accommodates for his size even though it feels like he’s about to split you in half but he feels so good, he’s so deep. Every nerve in your body is alight, fingertips buzzing, mind fuzzy. You cannot form a single coherent thought, let alone words, and find yourself babbling nonsense mixed with pleas for more on his huge cock as he pistons in and out of your ruined pussy.

Maybe, maybe, those fuckasses had a point when they claimed human women would line up to be fleshlights for monsters.

Your vision blurs with tears — he’s too much, too much for your sanity, for your sopping cunt, as if he’s rearranging your insides with every thrust to fit himself in and you welcome it, meet his thrusts halfway with erratic hips. His hand moves, your thigh clutched in his palm, dragging your legs even further apart. He’s deep, so deep and his cock touches something and you see white, squirt around his cock as the orgasm hits you. Your body is on fire, heat rolling through your cunt to your torso to your extremities. Your arms are shaking under your weight.

Your fluid splatters over his pants but he doesn’t even react, mutters something under his breath, and picks up to pace to chase his own high in your spasming cunt. His thrusts are brutal, thick fingers digging into your flesh, fuck, you can feel him in the back of your throat. His breathing is loud and labored and even then it’s barely audible over the smacking when your skin meets and the squelch of your pussy as he pistons in and out.

The minotaur grunts, digs his fingers into your flesh so hard you nearly shout, and buries himself deep into your pussy. His cock pulses — fuck, you can feel it pulsing, spasming in your cunt — and cums with a groan. He presses in further, as if he has any room left, cums and cums and cums. There’s so much it seeps out of your pussy, coats your thighs as it traverses the length of your leg as it surrenders to gravity.

Everything aches. Your skin is sticky with sweat and cum, yours and his. Your breathing is erratic, chest heaving to take in oxygen.

He pulls out slowly, stifling a hiss. Pearly cum dribbles out of your pussy, lands in the puddle on the dressing room floor. Your legs give out but he’s there, large, warm, secure hands on your waist to keep you from falling. He picks you up with ease, lowers himself onto the plush seat, and rests you on his lap. You hear his heartbeat thundering under your ear but yours is no better right now.

“Would you…” he begins after a moment, still panting, and pauses to swallow. “Would you like to go out? On a real date, I mean.”

“Even though mingling with humans is the fetishistic kind of sexual deviancy?” You ask. Your minotaur laughs. It’s a pleasant sound, you find.

“Yeah.”

“Yes. Absolutely.”

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[bearbunnycheetah]

🐆🐻✨CHAPTER 3: SUNNY SIDE OF THINGS✨🐻🐆

Note: Stuffs been going wild so I posted this WAYY later than I wanted, but I hope you guys still enjoy!

Percy reaches for her keys and opens the door, turning on the lights to her apartment. They flickered to life and illuminated the space. The sisters both looked inside, it was a pretty nice looking place all things considered. 

A small living room to the left with a tv, an open kitchen to the right, and what appears to be a mini hallway leading to three doors infront of them. Percy’s home had a nice dull blue wallpaper covering mostly everything. Molly looked at a clock on the wall, 10PM. Way past her bedtime at this point.

“You two need some rest, we can discuss the layout of my apartment and other things in the morning. Are you two sureyou don’t wish to take my room for the night?”

“Sleeping in someone elses room is weird.” Lorelai said, crossing her arms as she looked around.

“Yeah, we can take the couch or the floor. We don’t really mind! I promise!” Molly smiled apologetically, Lori rolled her eyes.

Percy nods. “Alright, please go ahead and sit down. I will go ahead to get some pillows and blankets for you two.” She smiles at them, then leaves the room.

Molly waits for Percy to be completely gone, then lets out a breath she didn’t know she was holding. She sits down on the couch, then grabs her phone from her pocket. Molly opens the group chat she has with her friends, and starts typing.

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Molly: Hi guys, anyone still awake?

PHANTOM OF POTIONS PAST, GRIMLORD OF DARKNESS!: HIIII! Yes I am indeed awake >:]

Molly: Oh, hi Trixie! I’m assuming Feenie’s asleep cause it’s her bedtime?

PoPPGoD: Yeahh probably! Why are you up so late anyway? Did something happen?

Molly: Yeah, my dad got arrested.

PoPPGoD: WOOOOOOO! 

Molly: Trixie…

PoPPGoD: Oh whoops, sorry- what happened?

Molly: The cop that interviewed me a bit ago about the museum apparently found out about my situation and took me and Lori in. Currently in her apartment right now.

PoPPGoD: I dont trust them coppers… but as long as ur OK, im OK! >:D

Molly: Thanks Trixie… I’ll see if I can go more indepth on what happened tomorrow at school. I’m getting sleepy.

PoPPGoD: Oke, sweet dreams!

Molly: Night!

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Molly leans back into the sofa, then smiles. Hopefully she’ll be able to go to school tomorrow and talk to them.

“I’m back, apologies for the wait.” Percy walks in holding several pillows and blankets, all in mostly blues, yellows, and whites.

“Dibs on the couch!” Lorelai said, grabbing some pillows and immediately making herself comfortable. Her knight costume poofed out of existence in a flash of glitter into her normal outfit.

“But- aw, fine...” Molly sighed in defeat, standing up from the couch.

Oh well, the floor is probably fine. Considering it’s Percy she probably keeps it pretty clean. Theres a rug too so maybe it’s a bit comfier..? It takes a few minutes for Molly to finally get to a comfortable enough position to lay down.

“Goodnight, you two.”

“Goodnight, Percy!”

“…Night.”

And with that, Percy turns off the lights and goes to her room. Immediately falling asleep when she lays down in bed. The noise of the city melting together into a cacophany of sounds that were oddly comforting, she’s probably gonna take a few days off from work to help the two adjust. 

Percy should wake up early tomorrow, her usual breakfast was just toast and some water but these two probably needed more food than that. Maybe something like cereal? No, far too sugary. She wasn’t even sure if she had anything like that. Toast, water, orange juice, eggs-

Wait, eggs?

There was a smell of something being cooked from the kitchen, Percy stirred and opened her eyes. Oh dear, it was morning already? She looks at her alarm clock. 5:40 AM. How peculiar, she gets up from her bed and puts on her slippers to investigate.

Percy walked into the living room, the pillows and blankets were folded neatly and placed on the coffee table. While the couch where Lorelai was sleeping had an… iridescent bubble in its place.

It clipped into the floor and couch as if it was a bugged model in a video game. She stared in utter confusion for a bit before a voice from the kitchen piped up.

“Morning Percy!” Molly said, holding a pan. Why was she making breakfast?

Percy flinched, completely forgetting that she got up to see who was awake this early. “Ah! Good morning to you too, Molly.” Percy turns to her and gestures to the bubble. “May I ask why your sister has turnt into a sphere?”

“Oh, it’s just an epithet thing.” Molly puts the pan in the sink. “Lorelai can make these things called ‘dream bubbles’ where she makes these fantasy worlds, sometimes she just sleep-inscribes.”

“I see… Why are you up so early?”

“Oh! Well… I wanted to repay you for letting us stay here so I thought I should make breakfast!” Molly points at the table. There was buttered toast and eggs, either boiled or sunnyside up. “We should probably go get groceries and stuff, there wasn’t a lot in your fridge to work with…”

“Noted. But thank you for this, Molly.” Percy goes to sit down, then picks up a boiled egg and inspects it closely. “So, about your sister…”

“Don’t worry, I can go wake her up.” Molly looks at the bubble for a second, then walks over to the couch.

Percy watches in curiosity, she knew Molly and Lorelai had epithets from their files. “DUMB” and “AUGMENT” respectively, but she’s never seen it in action. Percy watched as Molly knocked on the bubble for a few seconds, calling Lorelais name repeatedly to wake her up. After a few minutes she rolled her eyes, reaching her hand out as a small green glow appeared. 

Molly moved her hand closer to the iridescent surface and a hole appeared like a rift in the air. Slowly the gap grew bigger until it was about the size of Molly herself. She entered the bubble and the hole dissapeared along with her.

Percy decided to go and make some coffee while she waited since she still felt a bit tired from last night, more and more time passes and… POOF!

The detective turnt around, alarmed at the sudden sound. Then there stood a groggy Lorelai and a mildly upset Molly.

“Good morning, Lorelai!” Percy said, grabbing her drink without looking and returning to the small dining table. Honestly you probably couldn’t even consider it a dining table, more like a table for one that crammed three chairs.

“Yeah, morning.” Lorelai wiped away the fog from her eyes, then quietly went over to the table grabbing a plate. Molly followed.

“I decided to go ahead and work from home while you two get settled here.” Percy takes a sip of coffee. “Since you two have school I will be responsible for your education for the time being.”

“Me and Lorelai usually change between having to work and having to go to school. I attend school on odd days and she attends school on even ones so that means-” 

“You have to go to school and I get to stay here and relax!” Lorelai interrupts her and grins, Molly scowls at her.

Percy thinks for a second, she never thought the situation was this bad. Who on earth would let a child work instead of attend school!? Oh wait, Martin would. “I… suppose we can still use this system, even for just a few days as you two adjust.” She smiles. “And since I’m not very well acquainted with Miss Lorelai, then perhaps we can use this as a bonding opportunity!”

The three of them continue talking. Percy explaining the layout of the house, the chores, and potentially getting the two of them a room to share, more and more time passes till they all finish and go do their own thing.

Lorelai made another bubble in the corner of the living room, Percy did the dishes, and Molly got ready for school.

Molly already had her schoolwork in her backpack, so she had no need to go back to the emporium to retrieve her things. That was nice! She sat at the couch waiting, when Percys voice piped up.

“Are you ready for school?” Percy asked, walking up to Molly.

“Uh, yeah! Are you gonna drive me there?” 

“No need, your public school is conveniently just a short jog away from my apartment! If you count 20 minutes short, I mean.” The detective held up a metal lunchbox, it had the SJPD logo on the center, so that probably meant it belonged to Percy. “I’ve also taken the time to go ahead and make you some lunch.”

“Really..?” Molly walked up to the lunch box and grabbed it from Percys hand, staring at it. “Theres… Really no need to do that, I usually just ask my friends or buy some stuff at the cafeteria.”

“I personally do not think the cafeteria food they serve is enough for a childs daily diet.” Percy explains. “You can just think of it as a thank-you for making breakfast.” She smiled.

Molly stopped staring at the lunchbox realizing that was probably weird, then turns to Percy to smile at her too.

“Well then, I’ll go ahead and drop you off at school. I’m assuming your sister will be fine if I leave her for a few minutes?”

“She can last in bubbles for hours, she’ll be fine.” Molly explains.

And then the two of them leave the apartment. The streets here were much, much louder than Molly expected. She covers her ears as she walked, which Percy took note of. More time passes and Percy drops off Molly at school. 

Molly waved goodbye at her as she walked away when a sudden jingling bell sound grew closer and closer until-

“MOLLY!!!”

Phoenica Fleecity and Trixie Roughhouse hugged Molly as tight as they could, which was less bone-crushing and more soft and fluffy due to Feenie. “Trixie told me everything! We’re so glad you’re okay!”

“She did?” Oh right, Molly sent a message to the group chat. 

“Really happy that dad of yours is outta the picture now!” Trixie said, grinning.

“Haha, yeah. I am too…” Molly hugged them both back, the hug lasted for a few seconds before the bell rang.

“…How about I tell you guys everything when lunch comes around?” Molly asked.

“Oh sure! Stay safe Molly!” Phoenica smiled even harder then let go of both of them, walking off to her class.

“You do too…” 

“…So did Lorelai get arrested too?” Trixie piped up.

“Trixie!” She playfully shoved them with an elbow. “Don’t be like that!”

“Yeah yeah, I know! Just checkin!”

Note: MAKING THESE CUSTOM BACKGROUNDS WERE SO TIME CONSUMING. IT LITERALLY TOOK LONGER THAN THE ACTUAL CHAPTER ITSELF AND DELAYED IT FOR LIKE TWO WEEKS DEAR GOD. Hopefully now that this is out I can go back to answering asks for the characters and posting art too! Super proud of this one!

~Cherry

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[weixuldo]

Allow me// ch 16

Vader x Reader

a/n: so sorry i’ve been super busy w work and school :( but i will finish my outgoing fics :) ty for sticking with me and for ur patience- hope u all still enjoy the story

confessions and unveiled secrets

warnings: cursing, angst, medical procedures, cannon typical violence

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Vader opened his tired eyes and realized he was in a bed, an actual bed.

He attempted to sit himself up but was quickly reminded of his recent injuries, wincing painfully.

Before he could gain his bearings, a gentle hand placed itself onto his exposed shoulder from the other side of the bed. 

He flinched again which triggered his self defense; soon you felt your airway closing up. The forceful pressure made your heart race as you gasped for air. You removed your hand from him and clawed at your throat.

Vader turned to see who the hand belonged to and his deep yellow eyes faded to blue immediately once he realized it was you. 

Your brows were upturned in concern as you fought for oxygen- he exhaled the breath he was holding and you were released.

With a sigh you placed your hands on the bed in front of you and hunched over, catching your breath. 

“y/n…” he called desperately, “I’m so- I’m so sorry”.

You shook your head as you attempted to quell his worries. 

“I would never- It’s never my intention to hurt you” he rasped. 

“It’s ok- It’s ok… you didn’t mean to” you managed a smile. 

He attempted to sit up once more to meet you but failed again. 

“V, stay still- Don’t hurt yourself” you guided as you placed your hand back onto his shoulder. 

“Wait, just… let me hold you-” 

“But your burns?”

Vader shook his head slightly, “they don't matter at the moment- I just want you” he admitted. 

He honestly didn’t care if holding you hurt him- nothing could have pained him more than knowing he could have truly harmed you.

You reluctantly nodded, still concerned about his unhealed wounds but still helped him into a sitting position. 

Without a word he pulled you closer with the force and wrapped his new metal arms tightly around you.

He bit back a hiss as your robes brushed against his wounds; once you were situated, he shakily breathed in your scent and rested his head on your shoulder. 

“Lie back” you coaxed once you felt the tremble of exhaustion coming from his tired body. 

He nodded and laid his head back on your plush pillow; there was a comfortable silence surrounding the two of you as you relaxed under his signature. 

“thank you- for everything” he said before turning his head slightly to kiss your forehead with his scarred lips. 

You peeked at him through your lashes and smiled, “Of course V, you know I would do anything for you- I would go up to the emperor myself, If I had a plan” you added, only half joking. 

“I know- that’s why you mean so much to me y/n” he said shortly debating whether or not to reveal the extent of his feelings. 

Your smile faltered and you unintentionally loosened your grip on him; were you only important to him because you were so devoted to him? Is that the only reason he was so kind-

No words needed to be exchanged for him to feel the weight of your disappointment- Perhaps he could have phrased that better…

You wrapped your arms around yourself and stared at the ceiling as you began to severely overthink; meanwhile, Vader frantically tried to come up with a solution. 

You were naive to think he would want you if you weren’t at his beck and call, why would he care for you outside of being convenient?! He had no reason to…

Your thoughts were interrupted by one of his new hands on your cheek “I know you would do anything for me and I appreciate that- but I would never ask you to endanger yourself for my sake. You are too dear to me, My Darling”.

Your ears perked up at the term of endearment and his reassurance; you couldn’t stop yourself from saying “Really?”

He nodded and pulled you closer; your head rested on his scarred chest and you could hear the whirr of his support system with every breath he took. 

“Truly… I detest the notion of you being in danger” he said, still trying to figure out how he wanted to go about this (it had been a very long time since he had to express any vulnerable emotion, especially one involving romance). 

“Well thank you V” you responded thinking he would respond and then the conversation would pass. 

“It is because I love you too much- I cannot have anything happen to you… I-It would break my heart” he said, squeezing you tighter. 

Did he just-

“Love?” you squeaked out. 

How you longed to hear that word escape his mouth!

His grasp didn’t allow for you to look at him and you could tell he wanted it that way, but you still tried. 

“Vader- I want to see you” you said softly, attempting to coax the man to release you. 

He shook his head slightly as a scared child might and only continued to hold you closer (if that was even possible). 

He had a slight waiver to his already weak voice when he spoke again, “I do not think I would be able to continue without you”. 

Vader cursed himself for being so vulnerable… so fragile. But he simply could not contain the immense build up of emotions he had been suppressing.

After all… the main thing that kept him allowing himself to die on Mustafar was you- If that happened and he didn’t have you to live for he was sure he would have given in to the death he had been craving since the first time he laid on the burning shores. 

“I-it is alright if you do not share the sentiment- I still appreciate all you have done for me”

You were able to wiggle out of his firm grasp and propped yourself up to look him in the eyes, but once you were situated he would not meet your gaze.

Gently, you took his face in your hands and turned him towards you slowly. Surprisingly he allowed you to manage his movements and finally looked at you. 

His pupils were wavering and the color tetered between yellow and that lovely blue; the corners slightly damp with tears daring to fall. His eyes twitched under your gaze- what were you thinking? 

Your expression softened and you placed a kiss to his lips once more, “My Dear, you are the single most important thing in my life- how could I not love you?”.

He exhaled harshly and his tears began to descend; instead of wiping them away, you kissed the trails they left; “I have loved you from a distance for a while now… I just didn’t want to ruin us with my ambitious feeling”. 

“Ruin us? You could never ruin us” Vader realized his passionate promises and words reflected the naivety of his former self- Anakin Skywalker. He could never moderate his intense feelings- especially when it came to love. 

But this time he would not allow himself to be so reckless- He wouldn’t lose again. 

He held you impossibly closer and pressed gentle kisses to your temple as he rocked you back and forth attempting to ground himself. 

“You do not understand how much this means to me- how desperately I love you…” he said, barely above a whisper. 

“Oh V” you cooed as you ran the pad of your thumb along his scarred cheek.

You felt his force signature falter, he was spent- the past few days had been emotional and physically taxing. 

“Alright my Love, ‘cmon, let's get you back to sleep” you coaxed, pulling the comforter over his shoulders. 

“No” he protested, lightly pulling at your arm. 

“You need to regain your strength V”. 

He mumbled before pulling you into his chest again, “what are you doing?” you giggled at his needy actions.

“Stay…”

With a breath of defeat you finally gave in to Vader’s wishes and cuddled up next to him.

“Fine, you win… this time”.

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You weren’t quite sure how long you had been asleep but you woke to a dreadful feeling; a sleazy aura slunk past your door and you felt the intense weight of a foreign force signature- someone was outside. 

Worriedly, you pushed yourself onto your elbows and turned towards the man beside you; his eyes were already wide open and firmly placed a protective hand over your arm as he slowly attempted to sit up. 

You shrunk behind him as you watched a shadow under your door as the figure passed. The person stopped for a moment before laughing sinisterly. 

It’s alright, Just stay still My Love- you heard Vader call through the force. 

After a few painstaking moments the shadow finally left and took the oppressive weight with them. Vader tiredly laid back with a deep exhale and you attended to him.

“V, what- Who was that?” you asked as you calmed him down. 

“No one you need to worry about- I’ll handle it” he said, gently brushing your soft cheek with his cool metallic digits. 

“But-”

He shook his head, “Everything will be alright, trust me”. 

With that he ended the conversation and you laid down beside him with a frown before falling back asleep. 

___________________________

Vader’s life support worked overtime to keep up with his heart rate as he stomped down the corridor to meet his master.

He knew it was Palpatine who was outside your door last night, he knew he covered his signature too late- he knew Palpatine knew. 

He hadn’t felt so protective over someone in a long time so he was quite worried about you. He was weary to leave you this morning (who knew if the Emperor would order the troopers to do something to you?) but he eventually worked himself up to it. 

He decided it best to at least try to mask his emotions and true feelings instead of coming clean right away- he knew the Emperor well enough to know not to reveal everything to him.

The large sliding doors of the throne room opened to reveal the pale man perched atop the large chair; Vader closed his eyes and allowed himself to gain his composure before stepping forward. 

“Ahh I am pleased to see you whole again, Lord Vader” Palpatine smiled sinisterly as Vader struggled to bow without hurting himself. 

“I have done as you wish, my master. Have I redeemed myself?” 

“You have solidified your resilience and strength… I am pleased you still possess your fighting spirit” 

Vader felt himself relax, it seemed he had at least obtained the Emperor's approval once more. 

“Though… I am afraid you have become weak in other ways” the cloaked man added. 

“I do not understand; What exactly are you referring to?” Vader asked as he played off his anxieties. 

“Do not play the fool with me, my friend- You know exactly of whom I speak”

“I do not-” Vader began. 

“Cease your lies! I know she has been nursing your wounds and tending to you- Did you really think your lovesick gallivanting would not be brought to my attention?! Have you forgotten that this is my empire and I have informants in every corner…”

Vader felt his anger bubbling under the surface of his composure- he knew this confrontation was inevitable but he still felt the urge to snap the old man’s neck. 

“The woman of which you speak has done nothing wrong and serves the Empire loyally” Vader said as his hands rested on his bent knee. 

“You-” Palpatine corrected, “She serves you, loyally. She has no dedication to the empire”. 

He clicked his tongue in disapproval, “She has blinded you”. 

Palpatine slowly lifted himself off of the throne and descended the stairs towards Vader. 

“I think that we need to set your focus back on the right track… but how to do that? Hmm” the pale man taunted before acting as if he had an epiphany. 

“Ahh! I’ve got an idea” he hissed. 

Vader’s stomach dropped- he knew what his master was going to say… he was going to say-

“Y/N, isn’t that her name? I have realized she is the one who has catalyzed this era of weakness in you, she must be the issue. It would be a shame if something were to occur that took her out of the pict-” 

“You will not touch her!” Vader’s mechanical voice boomed as he rose to his feet. 

Palpatine laughed and his sickening eyes widened, “seems I have struck a nerve, my friend? Would that be an accurate inference?”.

“Do not make me reiterate myself” Vader seethed, never had he so blatantly disagreed with his master- but nowadays he didn't have much to lose (other than you). 

“A bit bold, aren't we? Hah- Calm yourself old friend, I have use for her yet… just you wait” Palpatine said before walking back up the stairs to sit once more. 

At this point Vader’s teeth were clenched and his pacemaker was working overtime- this wasn't good, he needed to get you out of here, needed to get you somewhere safe. 

“You are dismissed… Tell your little friend I said hello” Palpatine smuggly said before waving him out.

Vader would make him regret ever saying your name. 

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a/n: sorry again this took so long!! but palps has something cooking- what will v do? what will the reader do?? WHAT WILL HAPPEN?!

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[bluegalaxygirl]

Haihai!,I'm new to ur acc and I love ur stories sm🙏

I was thinking if u could do Abt zosan x reader son, beau meeting the heart pirates for the first time and when he meets bepo he instantly clings into him with star eyes cause to him bepo looks like a pumpkin with his orange boilersuit. I think it be so cute🥹

Thank you<3

So sorry this is late but i love this idea and think its so cute, i hope you enjoy.

Warning: Needles

Your two kids are Kuina age 7, girl with Blonde hair and curly eyebrows but your eyes and skin tone. Beau age 1 1/2, the name means beautiful in french. The baby boy has Zoro's eyes and skin tone but your hair with a few steaks of green. Zoro X Sanji X reader, Poly relationship, established relationship.

Its time for Beau to get his shots with the help if Law who has all the stuff needed and has done Kuina's in the past, speaking of your little girl you left her in the hands of your crew, well mainly Nami and Robin since their the most responsible but you couldn't say that with how happy Kuina was to have some fun with uncle Luffy. With the yellow sub in sight a feeling of dread over comes you since Beau is quite the fussy baby and isn't always the best with strangers, he'll scream his head off if anyone but his parents or crew are holding him. "It'll be ok my love" Sanji sighs wrapping an arm around your shoulders to pull you into him, taring your eyes away from Beau who is currently in Zoro's arms you look at the cook, his eyes don't show any kind of worry or concern which helps you calm down and give him a nod while leaning into him for comfort. "ellow" Beau points out the large yellow submarine with a large happy smile on his face, one of his hand grabbing into Zoro's Kimono giving it hard tugs to get his dads attention, letting out a giggle a smile forms on your face which makes Sanji let out a smile laugh and rub your arm happy to see you relax at least a little. Zoro chuckles holding his baby a little tighter while nuzzling his nose into Beau's cheek causing your baby to giggle and place his hands on the swordsman's cheek "Yea its like your one at home" the green haired man pulls away watching his baby's happy face, when Kuina was little Captain Kid come by and gave her a load of ship toys he made by hand, one of which was Law's polar tang which now is Beau's favorite, he refuses to bathe without it, so seeing a much larger version must have made his day.

Walking up the ramp of the polar tang you make it onto the metal deck of sub to find Bepo asleep leaning against the large metal door's leading inside while Shachi and Penguin bicker with each other over something you don't understand. None of them seem to notice the four of you until Sanji clears his throat managing to cut through the playful bickering and soft snoring, the bubble leaving Bepo's nose pops waking him up suddenly as his two human friends turn to look your way. The two stare for a while before big smiles appear on their face at the sight of your baby both running over to get a closer look. "Hay guys, oh so cute, look at your little cheeks" Penguin smiles rushing over to look at Beau who's now clinging onto Zoro's kimono and hiding his face in it shying away from the two strangers who are getting too close for his liking, "Hay there little guy, aren't you so cute with your mixed hair colors" Shachi follows close behind both ignoring Zoro's intense glare as he takes a step back not liking that the two are getting too close and not noticing how uncomfortable his baby is, before the swordsman can lash out though Sanji quickly steps in lightly pushing the two other crew members away. "Beau is a bit shy" The cook tries to explain making the two frown while lowing their heads, you could tell they hoped your baby would be like Kuina, a bundle of energy who's always happy to talk and play with them. "He's like this with everyone outside the crew" You reassure while stepping close to Zoro placing a hand on his shoulder feeling him relax at your touch, your baby boy peeks out at the sound of your voice being so close starting to brighten up a bit now that the strangers aren't getting too close and his parents are around him.

Beau lets out a babble while reaching a hand out to you wanting your comfort and attention so with a smile you lean in and place a kiss on his forehead while taking his tiny hand in yours, "It's ok, we've got you" Zoro whispers down to the baby hoping to help reassure him, Sanji turns giving the two of you a small smile before turning back to the two other crew members who both let out sad sighs "We didn't mean to upset him, its just he's so cute" Shachi gulps bowing his head a little while Penguin crossing his arms over his chest still a little upset but understands that their strangers to your kid "We got a hat for him, will he take it?" Thinking for a second you shrug making the two groan but the cook gives a small smile to the two patting Penguin on the shoulder "He might warm up to you over time so don't worry too much" feeling slightly reassured that your baby won't hate them forever the two relax giving the blonde a nod. Bepo finally gets up off the floor while rubbing his tired eyes, making his way over to the group now that everyone has calmed down now and that he can get a word in without being yelled at by his two friends. "Law's waiting inside, i can take you too him" The bear offers stopping next to his crew mates but before anyone can answer, your baby boy glances over seeing the giant white bear in an orange jump suit, his eyes go wide out of pure joy making them sparkle a little as a large smile forms on his face. "Pumpkin" Beau yells out shocking everyone including his parents, Bepo freezes in place his eyes fixed on your baby boy who makes grabby hands towards him babbling away while saying Pumpkin over and over again.

In confusion, you tilt your head leaning closer to your baby and taking one of his hands "Oh sweetie there's no pumpkins here" You give him a smile, but he refuses to look at you instead keeping his eyes on Bepo and pointing at him again trying to get the bear to come closer "Pumpkin" He happy giggles, Sanji turns going to ask his baby what he means when Penguin and Shachi burst out laughing, both bending over and holding their stomachs that start to hurt from how hard their laughing "Oh my gods, i can't believe it" Penguin laughs his legs giving out from under him forcing his knee's to hit the hard metal deck as tears roll down his cheeks from laughter "How did i never see it before. You do look like a pumpkin" Shachi points at Bepo while trying to control his laughter but can't, the realization of this makes the bear blush his eyes going to everyone before landing back on Beau who giggles again with a large smile when they make eye contact. Slapping a hand over your mouth you turn away not wanting to laugh at the bear but you can't help but see it now it's been pointed out. Zoro shakes his head while letting out a chuckle bouncing his baby a little as Sanji walks over to his baby rubbing a finger over his chubby cheek while holding back a laugh "Beau, thats Bepo, he's a bear not a Pumpkin" Beau looks from Bepo then to his daddy then back to the bear before shaking his head and making grabby hands at Bepo again "Pumpkin" There's no hope now, your baby is convinced Bepo is a pumpkin of some kind and there's no changing his mind, it'll most likely be the bears nickname form now on too.

Luckily for the bear the moment is broken when the metal door swings open raveling a very annoyed Law who's been waiting far too long for his liking only to stop when seeing the scene in front of him, raising an eyebrow his scans the area before stepping closer. "What is going on?" Law sighs clearly done with all of this before its even started but his sudden voice makes Bepo jump slightly managing to break out of his shock and letting the blush fade from his fluffy cheeks. "H-he keeps c-calling Bepo P-pumpkin" Shachi and Penguin manage to get out both holding onto each other as they try to stand up and breath normally again, turning you manage to compose yourself before giving the doctor an apologetic smile "He has an obsession with them… sorry Bepo" You turn to the bear who quickly bows and apologizes but you don't know why, he didn't do anything wrong, pinching the bridge of his nose the doctor sighs before waving towards the door "Come on in, Everything is set up" Law sighs heading inside hoping to just get everything over with, leaving the three crew mates outside the rest of you head in but with Bepo not coming along Beau's smile drops his little hands tugging on Zoro's Kimono "Pumpkin?" Your baby asks getting his dads attention who looks down at him with a smile before pressing a kiss on Beau's forehead "You can see him later" The green haired man promise as Sanji walks next to the two letting his hand run through the baby's hair "Don't look so sad, your dad's right, we'll make sure you see Pumpkin before we leave" The cook reassures earning a kiss on the cheek from Zoro secretly thanking his lover for the backup.

Walking ahead of your partners and baby you catch up next to Law worry taking over you again "Law, Urm, Beau isn't like Kuina, he doesn't like strangers, he won't let anyone outside the family and Crew touch him or hold him-" You ramble feeling anxiety run through your body making your breath uneven and hands shack, noticing quicker than you do the doctor places a hand on your shoulder getting you to stop talking and look at him, that normal scowl is replaced with a relaxed and calming look which you don't often see "I understand your worried but i'm sure we can find a way to distract him." A sad look forms on your face from his words, even though their reassuring you know it's going to be hard to distract him and you hate hearing that cry "Law… He screams and cry's like nothing I've ever heard, i understand that this needs to be done for his health so I'll try my best but… it breaks my heart every time i hear it" Placing a hand over your heart you can already feel the pain just thinking about it but once again Law's hand pats your shoulder in reassurance before entering the medical room "I think its best if someone holds him" The doctor speaks up heading over to the sink to wash his hands, Zoro nods keeping hold of Beau while sitting down on the clean metal examination table and adjusting his baby to sit on his lap sideways. Sanji walks up next to you placing an arm around your shoulder and placing a kiss on your head "It'll be ok my love, your worrying will just make things worse so please, just try and relax" The cook whispers hoping to calm you down while also being slightly worried himself.

Law walks back over while putting some white surgical gloves on and sitting in a round swivel chair which he scoots over, as he gets closer Beau shy's away his body leaning into Zoro's as his hands grab onto his Kimono again "Buddy, this is Law, the doctor we told you about. He's Uncle Luffy's friend" Zoro explains only to earn a groan from Law at being call Luffy's friend, but he lets it slide if it'll help calm the baby down, Beau still shy's away starting to bury his head into his dads chest "I'm going to give you some medicine to help, I'll be quick and then I'll leave you alone… ok?" Law scoots a little closer while taking one of the needles in his hand hoping that this will be quick but as soon as his other hand takes a hold of Beau's arm a scream that makes your heart shatter leaves your baby's lips, the screaming Law could deal with, it's the trashing that makes things hard. Pulling away the doctor watches Beau calm down his legs no longer kicking and arms stop thrashing as Zoro shushes his baby holding him tight to his chest "Hay it's ok buddy, your safe, he's not going to hurt you… hay you want to play with my earnings?" The swordsman asks leaning his head down to let his three gold earnings dangle closer, its something both your kids love playing with so for Beau to shake his head at the offer makes make everyone's eyes widen. Walking up behind Beau you place a hand on his head then lean round to kiss his cheek feeling the salty tears on your lips "Beau honey, I promise your safe" You try and reassure but your baby shakes his head again before turning and trying to grab onto you, lifting him up Zoro hands you the baby and jumps off the table helping you sit down where he was. "If you hold him, I'll hold his arm" The swordsman suggests watching you cradle the baby in your arms and kiss his head trying to calm your nerves and the baby's, luckily slightly rocking him Beau calms him down enough for Zoro to hold his arm closest to Law letting the doctor have another go but upon feeling another hand Beau cry's out again his legs kicking and free arm trying to push Law's hand away.

The doctor backs up again not wanting to risk hurting the child, rocking Beau back and forth he clings onto you for dear life while still letting out little cry's "It's ok honey, i'm here" You sigh against the baby's forehead giving it a few kisses hoping he'll stop crying "Beau, i know your scared, but he's not going to hurt you" Sanji walks over and hops up next to you on the table resting his head on your shoulder in order to see the baby's face better "Here, how about you have one of these" the cook smiles reaching into the bag he brought along and pulling out a small lollipop, Beau looks up at his daddy thinking for a second before shaking his head "Your too smart for you own good" Zoro sighs ruffling the baby's hair who seems to know what you three are trying to do. "Please honey, just let doctor do what he needs too, after words we can cuddle, nap, play, what ever you want" Sanji begs stroking the baby's back his heart sinking at seeing his child so upset, Law suddenly stands putting the needle down and taking off his gloves "I'll be right back" The doctor states walking off before anyone can call after him, letting out a sad sigh you hold Beau a little tighter your heart hurting at forcing your child to go threw this but you know this has to be done for the sake of his health in the long run, thoughts run through your head on how to help the situation but there's not much you can do other than hold down Beau which is something you won't let happen. Letting out a sad sigh your place one last kiss on the baby's head before turning to Sanji wondering if your anxiety is rubbing off on Beau and making the situation worse "Can you hold him?" You ask earning a nod from the cook who happily takes the baby from your arms and holds him, so he's standing on his lap.

Beau grips onto his daddy's jacket and looking over the blonde shoulder taking in the room around him "Hay there little man" Sanji smiles rubbing his baby's back and kissing his little cheek feeling him a lot calmer now. Getting off the tables you go to grab something out of the bag only to feel arms around your waist pulling you into a bread chest. "It'll be ok baby" Zoro whispers while rubbing your back, he hates seeing you so stressed, but he understands why, that cry from Beau breaks his heart too. "Pumpkin" Beau yells out with a giggle getting his parents to look over at the door seeing Law walking in with a blushing and shy Bepo behind him, the bear gulps before walking up behind Sanji and holding out his paw to the baby who reaches out and grabs it a big smile on his face. In shock the three of you don't even notice that Law has already sat down, put on gloves and injected Beau until the sound of a bin opening catches your attention "All done" Law wraps everything up and places it into a yellow bin before placing a small plaster on Beau's arm where he was injected, the baby doesn't even notice, too focused on Bepo who's starting to relax around your son a bit more. "What? thats it? How?" Sanji asks in shock while you let out a laughter of relief pressing your face into Zoro's chest who lets out a chuckle holding you a little tighter. Law gives a simple shrug with a smug smile on his face "We're leaving in 5 hours, please be gone by then" The doctor pats Bepo on the shoulder before leaving telling the bear he did a good job in secret.

The three of you manage to calm down and get out of your shock while sitting on the sofa with a cup of tea, Beau is happily sitting on Bepo's lap playing with the bear and some times looking over his orange jumpsuit and fluffy body, Shachi and Penguin are sitting on the floor in front of the bear trying to get Beau to pay attention to them but it isn't working. Your baby is still weary of strangers, still refusing to let anyone else touch him but has taken a strong liking to Bepo who is now officially nicknames Pumpkin no matter how many times the bear tries to correct him "Just give it up Bepo, your Pumpkin now" Shachi chuckles watching the bear blush again while turning his head away, Beau giggles reaching his arms out again to grab onto Bepo's black nose wanting his attention "Come on, at least its better than Kuina pulling on your fur" Penguin smirks leaning back on his arms only to earn a glare from the bear making him tense up slightly, looking down at Beau Bepo gives him a smile quickly apologizing for turning his attention away earning a babble and pats on the chest. Zoro lets out a yarn laying his head on your shoulder the stress of the day making him more tired than normal, reaching up you stroke his cheek feeling tired yourself but you can't take your eyes off the sweet scene in front of you and how relaxed you feel. "You want to go home? have a nap?" Sanji asks wrapping his arm around your shoulder to run is hand through the swordsman's hair who hums in response, you on the other hand shake your head earning a raised eyebrow from the cook "Just a little longer… Look how calm he is" You whisper scared that if you speak up any louder you'll ruin the moment, your two boys turn to watch the scene in front of them before letting out a relaxed sigh agreeing to say just a little longer.

[lemon-wedges]

Seeing your recent work made me curious as to how you pick your colors? I always feel like mine are too flat.

oh man, COLORS. my angel.....and my devil......

ok im going to try and figure out how to break down my thinking process

i guess the first question is. what do you want your art to feel like? i dont say "look like" cause sometimes i fall into the trap of obsessing over a painting being one for one PERFECT while "feel like" helps me think about atmosphere

heres a some paintings with a few of the inpso color palletes i wanted them to "feel" like

Heres an example of how i would give myself a jumping off point.

In this homumiko painting i started off by thinking about how i wanted something that feels like a Jules Chéret poster.

Now the next question is. What are the rules to these set of paintings?

the use of pure primary colors, blue tends to be in the bg while yellow and red are the focal point

for this i wanted only the red dress to be the focal point with yellows being a less saturated and blue still being the bg. this means since herlock is the focal point mikotoba has to be muted. but i wanted to tie him and herlock together so made the flower in his hair the same color as the dress

Meanwhile my lastest otacon is a bit more complicated cause now we're dealing with lighting but again,

what are the rules to this set of nature paintings?

shadow areas are bluer

places where light hits the main figure will be an intense yellow

skin will be redder with darker areas being saturated red/brown and areas closer to the light source start skewing towards yellow

this is when we start getting into color theory and THAT is a whole nother can of worms. but its extremely helpful when trying to figure out how to add colors that arent in the inspo you picked out or figuring out what the FUCK is happing in pieces like this

those patches of purples in this are just a very specific type of red/orange grey tones matched in a way to make it feel like its blue. IT MAKES ME WANT TO SCREAM

i actually tried to attempt to figure it out while working on my pin up ryuu piece......

anyways.....i think im off track now....

i hope that helped a little? I tend to stick to late 1800s/early 1900s art cause thats just my personal preference. so the colors im gonna pick are gonna limited a very specific way (if ur into history its really fun breaking down why certain colors appear in certain time periods and how styles evolved as more paints became readily available. or painting for portraits vs painting for mass printing vs painting for animated movies affects an artists pallete. or maybe u dont give a shit? in that case...ignore this....)

[neetily]

Omg you're back? Welcome back! I hope things have settled a bit for and that you're safe now!

And you have requests open? Would it be possible if I could request something soft and sweet with Sam, since IIRC he's your favourite? So happy to have you back, please take your time!

hi love!! its me, im back :D yippeee!!! everything is A OK for me again, thank you for asking! requests are open so that i can get comfortable with writing again, because it's been a while... so please excuse me if im a bit rusty!!

u never specified if u wanted smut to be included or not, so i hope just a little bit of teasing is okay since i tried to focus mostly on the soft n sweet aspect of ur request <3

thank u for the baby boy sam request, i miss him so </3 also sorry this took me a minute to complete, you'll see why at the end :D !! there's a surprise...

— ✧ warnings: established relationship, lewd, teasing, the morning after, more fluff than smut, smut implications — ✧ rating: fluff, smut 18+ — ✧ word count: 1,798

The best part about rearranging your guts the night before is not when you sobbed his name over and over again all whiny and needy, clawing at his back for a break as your hole milked him completely empty, causing his hips to twitch and stutter against you in a seeking of more of that good feeling. Nor is it getting to see your sloppy cunt utterly coated in his cum, glassy eyes glued between your legs to watch thick globs of it drip out of you and onto the sheets below to leave em all sticky and stained. And it's not the way you kept begging for him to continue, leaving him all dizzy and light-headed in love, a mess of a man with his cock all coated in cum. So cute when you're so needy for him like that, he can never deny you. But no, it's not any of those things. Although, there are many more things he loves when it comes to fucking your shape into the very same mattress you sleepily doze on right now, his absolute favourite part of it all just has to be when he wakes up right by your side the morning after.

All sleepy and heavy, removing his dead arm out from under your neck so that he can stretch the tiredness out from his bones without disturbing you too much. This, the peaceful look on your face, the messy head of bed hair, the slow and methodical rise and fall of your chest as you snooze silently next to him... This is his favourite thing in the whole wide world. Soft and sleepy, he's so in love with the vulnerability you so willing show him after nights like last night. He yawns with the warm morning sun kissing his skin, rubbing the sleep from his eyes only to witness the way the yellow hue turns you all golden and fuckin' pretty too. He wonders if he looks the same, then quickly decides it doesn't matter.

Not when he's sure that you're the prettiest thing in the world— it's no question.

He loves fucking you, absolutely. But spending lazing mornings in the big old farmhouse with you huddled under the sheets with him is the best. Nothing can ever hope to compare, his chest tight with some sort of homesickness the only your fluttering awake eyelashes can cure. Maybe he yawned too loudly.

"Mornin'." He rasps at you, sleep still yet lacing his voice with how hoarse it is— certainly couldn't be from how high pitched his whines got last night, right? "How d'ya feel?"

Honestly, he wouldn't mind if you just never answered him. Left him hanging in a state of heaven, instead allowing him all the time in the world to simply stare, to gaze upon your waking features, his heart skipping a beat every now and then when he realises just how lucky he truly is. Him? Waking up with the love of his life in the same bed? A luxury few have, surely. And one he secretly promises to himself not to take for granted.

But he's just so pathetically in love with you, he can't bear the thought of not checking in on you. Especially considering how rough last night was for the both of you, his body still feels the extra exhaustion you had him exert in an effort to make you cum again. And again, and again. Even after stretching as hard as he could! And even if he took the time to look after you immediately following last night, washing you up and cradling you in his arms with whispered sweet nothings down your ear, he wants to check in with you again. Something about hey, I love you. Let me look after you. Forever and ever. Even in the safe morning. Under the soft sheets. Rely on me, okay?

Because at the end of the day that's all he wants. All he ever strives for, really. Cooing softly at you when you mimic his earlier actions of yawning and stretching, giving you the space you need to properly wake up before answering his confession of adoration.

"Good." You smile at him, and not even the pleasant birdsong that fills the morning air has him cheesing as much as the sound of your voice does. Unable to hide his affections even a little, flashing you a toothy grin from his side of the bed with a followed good behind your own.

"Really good, actually." You giggle at him, all cute and shit— fuck. It's fuckin' stupid just how down bad he is for you, how the mere thought of your knowing laughter is enough to have his cheeks heating up in understanding; last night was pretty fun, huh? The worry burrowed deep in his tummy as he drifted off to sleep last night was for naught it seems. You look good this morning, facing him with as much warmth as the sun bathes you in— he thinks of you as his own personal sunshine.

And he wishes he could stay like this forever. All warm and fuzzy, doting upon you with flicks of his gaze, up and down your half covered frame— he can see the tip of your shoulders from behind blankets, still bare from last nights fuck, and his fingers itch to reach out to tickle gently. Lovingly. Oh, to be so in love... He couldn't stop looking at you even if he tried. So sick with it, actually. Embarrassingly whipped for you he can do nothing but adore.

At least, that is until you ruin the blissful moment. But even then, he can't muster up enough willpower to be mad at you, in spite of the memory your words conjure up.

"Do you remember our first time together?"

Automatically, a grunt escapes him. Followed by an intense eye roll as he flips onto his back, an arm coming up to hide his expression from your view as you giggle away to yourself. Of course.

Of fucking course he remembers the first night he spent with you in bed, remembers how fucking awkward it was to experience, never mind relive in such a wonderful morning. The recollection of how his mom for some fuckin' reason just had to show her face that night, forcing him to hide you under his sheets in a frenzied panic. "Don't— fuck—" He bursts into laughter at himself, how he had been so afraid about fucking up that he somehow ended up performing far worse than he ever thought possible, his cheeks heated at the memory of how the night unfortunately went. He can't remember how many times he's apologised for such a lacking first time performance, and yet his chest tugs for one more. Because you deserve it. "I'm still so, so fuckin' sorry 'bout that—" He huffs out more laughter in between his words, squeezing his bare arm against his eyes as if doing so would somehow push out the shameful memories from his mind.

So embarrassing to be an adult, and yet still under his mothers roof. Prompting you into hiding, something he never wants to do to you ever again, eager to show the world just how much he worships the very ground you walk upon instead. In part because you so graciously accepted his sorries, allowed him a second chance to show you exactly how much he loves you— because that first time in his old childhood bed was not his best display of... Well, anything.

Endurance, capability, dependability. God, he barely lasted more than a couple of minutes if he remembers correctly, too busy focusing on how warm and wet and fuckin' tight you were, how much you wanted him too; it was too much for him to bear at the time! And, he's sure, that if he hadn't been able to undress as quick as he did under his sheets all that time ago, he'd have came in his pants from just some light petting from you.

So really, he did better than most, he thinks. And yet still...

"Course I remember," He sighs, hot and heavy at the remembrance you've brought upon him this morning, rolling onto his tummy to look at you from the side now that he's flipped through the awful memory book and can finally face you again with resolve. "Remember wantin' t'make it up t'ya," He mumbles, pushing air out through his nose in thought. "I remember desperately tryin' again 'n again, jus' wanted t'make y'feel as good as y'made me feel, babe."

As always, it's what he's wanted to do from day one. Anything to make you smile, to make you feel as loved as you deserve. Which, in part, means gaining some sense of control over his dick so that he can at least please you in bed.

It didn't take him long to learn that though, a slanted smirk pulling on his lips when you hum gently back at him. You were a great teacher, and he always loves listening to you. Anything for you.

"Well..." You trail off into another yawn, and instincts beg him to pull you closer. Enough to have one of his arms drape over your waist, heavy weight keeping you pinned in place for the time being. A reassurance, though he's not sure who it serves. "I think you've just about made it up to me now."

Cheeky, he loves it when you tease him.

"Just about? Last night wasn't enough fr'ya?" He tuts back at you, and yet still his smile remains. Wider, if possible.

"Uh-uh."

You're smiling too, in the morning afterglow, sparkling under the sun. It's how he knows you're joking, nuzzling against the pillows sheepishly.

It takes him a moment to think of what to say, sleepy mind struggling to work through the haze your impish words place upon him. But he gets there, eventually. "Just you wait till tonight," He removes his arm from you, a small punishment for pushing his buttons— except it's not really a punishment, he knows you've got to start working on the farm soon enough, and it's his words that'll be really punishing you. "Will show ya just how much better I am. Promise."

You'll be thinking about it all day now, right? Even as he rests easily in your shared bed, under the golden glow while you toil away on the land. Not that he's any better, offering the sheets miniscule little humps of morning wood to ease the tension in his tummy.

He means it. He really loves you, and he intends on showing you that fact forever and ever. Even if you're just joking, he doesn't want to take any chances. Not when it concerns the love of his life.

[bedforddanes75]

g <333333

for the ask game:

freckles, cupcake, cuddles

-b :)

AAAAA HI B!!!!! I HOPE UR ENJOYING UR DAY!! ok ok lets go

freckles (most worn article of clothing) - cant even lie its these fuckass red and white pants and i have zero pictures of them because its never occurred to me to get a pic LMFAO but they have a cute pattern

cupcake (am i a good cook?) - i am not ❤️ kind of. im just too impatient i just cant be bothered waiting for things to cook fully so theyre usually a little underdone. BUT i can make banging yellow rice and im obsessed w it. pry it from my cold dead hands

cuddles (do i have any pets?) - uve set me off this is your fault. i do 😁

okay. i have six. five cats and a dog Teehee. in order of appearance, Leo (who is not technically mine...), Theo, Bubble, Toof (toothless sorry im basic), Ginge (gingernut, again, im basic), and Pebble!!!!

[larvaem1lk]

talk too much

ellie williams x reader

🦋 ok so. this is kinda a little bit based off of me because when i’m around someone i really like i will talk their head off & just be annoying overall LOL. anyway, just reader being a lil too talkative while ellie’s trying to work ! but at the end she just gives in bc she loves her gf duhh

🦋 um no warnings !! thanks for reading :-*

(also sorry if ur name is miranda, kristy or ashlin. i just picked names off the top of my head whoops)

ellie’s sat at her desk typing on her computer, with a textbook open and desktop lamp casting a soft golden yellow across the thick pages. you’re in a chair beside her, the type with wheels that roll around, chatting and giggling about nonsense. you’re chirpy and awfully energetic being that it was midnight.

since you hadn’t seen your favorite green eyed girl all day, you walked in her dorm worried and confused. though the feeling quickly subsided as you saw her slumped over her desk, eyes glued to the large book in front of her.

greeting her with a quick peck to the cheek, you immediately plopped down on her bed and began rambling about your day, your girlfriend being the perfect person to tell all your thoughts to.

that was about three hours ago, and you were still here, talking and flying through the clouds in your own little world, practically annoying ellie at this point.

you were filling her in on the drama now, but ellie was too busy absorbing information about stars and celestial bodies and the universe. she’d give the occasional ‘mhm’, or ‘oh okay…’ in attempts to seem interested, yet her efforts went unnoticed.

“yeah like i was saying, i just can’t believe that miranda found kristy and ashlin in the bathroom…together? i mean it’s kristina, stuck up and bitchy kristina who i’m sure was straight. that girl—yeah. but then it’s like, i don’t understand what position they’d have to be in for both of them to be on the wall… you know? i dunno! shits crazy, el. like batshit fucking mad. utterly ridiculous. off the charts. luludelulu. like-” you giggle, finding the words coming out your mouth silly and slightly embarrassing.

ellie blows a stale laugh through her nose, hoping that’d satisfy you as she was completely lost in whatever you were talking about. something about girls on girls, but she wasn’t interested. if it didn’t relate to you on top of her, or vice versa, she didn’t care.

she nibbled on her bottom lip as her eyes scanned over the tiny words of the textbook, brows furrowing as she was in deep thought. though she couldn't really focus due to the sound of a pen clicking nonstop. she gives you a glance and mumbles, “you have any work to do babe?” the sound quite literally driving her insane.

you tap the pen on the table now, pretending to draw love hearts around ellie’s name. “mmm, no. i don’t know. i just wanna be with you right now,”

“hm, okay.” ellie widens her eyes while letting a sigh slip out. this was going to be a loonngg night.

you twirl around in the chair for a while, humming a melody before another topic comes to mind. ellie doesn’t even say anything, pleased that you moved on from the pen to humming.

“anyway. i’ve been thinking…” you trail off, eyes meeting the ceiling as you tilted your head to the side in wonder. ellie hums flatly, lifting her head to the computer screen as she begins typing.

“…when we get married one day,” you begin, and ellie hums with more interest in her voice. okay, you were talking about marriage now. not between kristy and ashlin, but you and her. see, she was paying attention.

“y’think it would be on the beach? or, i dunno. maybe… like homey, set up in our cute backyard, once we get a house of course—with like, dina and jesse and joel and my people. just family. oh! oh my gosh! yeah it should definitely be in our backyard. that’s so cute. that’s cute, right el?”

“totally.” ellie agreed, leaning forward to squint through the white noise of the computer.

you chuckle at the monotone of her voice, wheeling forward to get a closer look at her. “totally, she said. when has ellie williams ever said totally?”

“now.” she responds, and somehow her comment is even funnier. you swing your feet back and forth, babbling on.

“ooh, what about las vegas? you know we’ll be eating good. like, good ellie. i think gordon ramsay has a restaurant there. or what if we get married in paris!” you practically squeal, scooting closer to your girlfriend.

you’re only quiet for a few seconds, eyes flitting over her scattered desk before another idea comes to mind. “oh, the eiffel tower… wait! wait.” you place a hand on her shoulder, fingers tapping against the soft material of her hoodie as you try to gather your thoughts.

there’s a brief moment of silence, and ellie’s mind feels calmer. cooler. she exhales a small slip of breath, letting her fingers type efficiently against the keys. besides that, the dorm is quiet. she could even hear the crickets outside chirping. finally. ellie thinks.

don’t get her wrong, she loved your rambles. your rants. your voice in general. but right now she was in work mode, 76% immersed in the material as the other 24% was for you.

that number was slowly ticking down with each second longer you stayed quiet, her completely focused on studying and only studying. she’s glad you took a break though. allowing your voice to rest, taking a moment to soak in the stillness—

“oh my fucking gosh! italy! we should get married in italy!”

nevermind.

ellie flinches. she flinches so hard that a cramp forms in her neck, squeezing and throbbing with a heat that burns through her upper back. “fuck,” she curses under her breath, rubbing at the spot. it’s like a tiny ringing appears in her ears at the sound of your voice; you’re babbling now, eyes wide as you shake ellie’s shoulder in excitement.

she lets you shake her as she tries to turn to you, tense and cautious of your next possible outburst.

“baby,” she says in an attempt to calm you, but you don’t hear her. obviously. too busy arranging wedding plans in your head.

“just—imagine the love, the romance. oh ellie, i really think we should do it! we’re gonna have to fly everyone out, and—ohhh the food…”

she smiles, feeling her heart swell against her chest. you were the cutest thing. oh, she was being such a dick. just let your girl ramble about wedding plans ellie, is your studying really that important?

yes. it was. so important in that all of the knowledge she had consumed tonight was to be used for a huge exam tomorrow that she could not fail. she couldn't fail. i can’t fail it.

but look at you, with your big bright smile, and your pretty sparkly eyes. the way you’re so excited about marrying her makes her wanna kiss you. kiss you. oh shit, that’s it.

“oh my gosh ellie, the food. would it be stupid to serve pizza? ‘cause y’know, some people don’t like pasta. but we’re in italy, and it’s literally… so like…everyone loves pizza! ugh, what should we serve?! and who the fuck doesn’t like pasta? hey, d’yknow if dina or joel—”

you’re cut off when her lips meet yours abruptly, both of her hands grab each side of your face to pull you closer. the kiss doesn’t deepen. it doesn’t escalate. your lips are just pressed to hers for a very, long time.

you try to wiggle free but ellie doesn’t let go. your lips smush together when you try to talk, and ellie sighs internally. the only thing you had done all night was talk, talk, talk. ellie didn’t wanna be mean, but damn, what else did you have to say?

she pulls away with an agitated groan, and you try to catch your breath while licking your lips.

“wha—what was that for? i was talking—”

“yeah, babe. you were talking. give it a rest, alright? geez,” she shakes her head and sighs out a breathy laugh before turning back over to her computer. “i can’t focus with you in my ear like that.” she mutters, not realizing that she’d just stabbed a knife through your heart.

you’re quiet, cheeks burning in embarrassment. you bounce your leg as you stare at the side of her face before looking at her computer, a wave of sadness creeping over you.

a few minutes pass, and it’s still quiet. too quiet. your mind is still whirring and picturing the perfect wedding for you and your girlfriend, and all you wanna do is talk about it. talk, talk, talk.

you bite your lip to prevent any sudden outbursts or peeps that might irritate ellie. you fiddle with your hands in your lap, and when ellie glances over to your pitiful frame, she frowns.

okay… shit. maybe i kinda fucked up. lemme see what’s wrong.

she types out the final words of her sentence before turning to face you, tilting her head to see your facial expression as your head is hung low.

“hey, babe,” she whispers, and you lift your head with a sigh.

“hm.” is all you say, your spark dimmed and nearing burnout.

ellie places a hand on your knee. her hand is cold and rough, which makes a ding go off in your mind.

“you know they say cold hands mean a warm heart.” you mumble, eyes shifting down to your fingers to continue fiddling with them. you had to let it slip it out, whether she liked it or not. you were sure after this that you’d keep your responses to a minimum, though.

ellie chuckles. you were always the type to say little phrases like that. “yeah? who’s they? ‘cause i dunno if that’s really true—”

“it is true! and don’t ask me. that’s what they always say… and it’s really true, because your—” you cut yourself off, a faint smile on your lips, but it soon falls once you realize you were supposed to be giving the almost silent treatment.

“…well? i’m intrigued now. you can’t just leave me hangin’ like that y’know.”

“ellie… i’ll tell you later.”

“later? why not now?”

you shrug, and ellie scoffs.

“hey, don’t be like that, i wanna know!” she nudges your arm with a smile, trying to pick up your mood. your facial expression remains, unamused.

“okay,” ellie sits up straighter and faces her desk to slam her computer, her book right after. that gets your attention, your head whipping up in confusion. she turns back to you, intent on giving you her undivided attention.

“alright. talk to me.”

you groan, trying to refrain from smiling. “ellie, i can’t-”

“you can.”

“but i was being really rude while you were working, and then you told me to basically shut up so i—“

ellie feels regret bubble in the pit of her chest, sizzling and erupting into her veins. she felt hot now. guilty.

damn, i really fucked up. “babe, i-i didn’t…” she pauses as she slides a hand down her face. “i didn’t tell you to shut up. not... in that way. i was just, a little overwhelmed, that’s all. i’m sorry, okay? truly. you know i love it when you talk to me. so… c’mon. lemme hear that pretty voice of yours.”

you feel bashful, eyelashes fluttering as your gaze meets the floor. you wanna give in, you really want to… but you quickly shake your head, no. she’s gotta finish her work. “but… you need to work, el. i told you i’ll just tell you later.”

her brows furrow, “uh, what work? right now is dedicated to me and my girl.” her green eyes shimmer a silver in the glow of the lamplight as she searches your face, and you feel shy under her gaze, your heart beating a little bit faster. you sigh quietly, a grin finding itself on your lips. “you sure?”

ellie shrugs. “of course. tell me allll about it.” she rests her elbow on her desk while leaning her head in her hand. 

“okay.” you beam, starting another one of your rambles. ellie can’t help but stare at you in awe.

[deathbyclown]

Pollen

Pairing: Crocodile x Buggy

Rating: Explicit

Words: 3800

Summary: Buggy brings back a big discovery and he’s eager to show it off to Crocodile!! Unfortunately both he and Crocodile are about to experience the pollen’s true effect.

Neither Croc nor Buggy are in their right minds, so there’s dubious consent, if that’s not ur thing.

AO3 Link

Crocodile sipped from his morning coffee, only half dressed in his soft robe and slippers, enjoying the newspaper and his comfortable silence. It had been peacefully quiet for nearly a week since he sent Buggy and Mihawk on a special mission. It was the perfect test for that clown, to get a measure of his abilities, his competence, and his control over his subordinates. Mihawk went along to report back (and babysit if need be).

And the peace and quiet he had on the island was a huge bonus. He was hoping this went well so he could send Buggy away more often, especially if it meant more quiet mornings, cozy in his room, with no problems to fix.

He just finished his coffee and leaned forward to his coffee table to pick up a cigar when the door flew open with a bang, making the small vase he kept along that wall fall to the floor and shatter.

“CROCODILE!!!!” Buggy burst in, looking sunburnt but very excited, his eyes shining, smiling widely, clearly proud of himself.

Crocodile made a mental note to add the vase to Buggy’s debt. He snatched up the cigar which slipped from his fingers at his slight shock from Buggy. He had sensed him coming with haki but he was not mentally prepared for his noise.

“You’re too loud, clown.” Crocodile gruffed, lighting his cigar. “If you have business, bring it up at the meeting this afternoon.”

Buggy zoomed forward, his feet chasing after him, bumping into the coffee table, making the kettle with the leftover coffee slosh in its container.

“It won’t take long! Just a teaser!!” Buggy insisted, already digging through his pockets to find what he wanted to show Crocodile.

“Buggy.” Crocodile’s serious tone had Buggy pausing as his eyes shot up to meet his.

“You’re interrupting my morning. Save it for later.” He said firmly, his voice clipped.

Buggy frowned deeply, his lip sticking out in a pout, his shoulders slumping in disappointment.

“But whyyyy???” Buggy cried. “I found something super flashy all by myself and I want to show you!! Pleeeeeaaaase???” He leaned forward on the table, making it creak, his head floating up to pout in Crocodile’s face.

Crocodile grimaced and shoved the rounded curve of his hook into Buggy’s forehead, pushing him away. Buggy shrieked as his head swirled through the air before he brought it back to his body. Crocodile sucked in a mouthful of smoke and let it out with a heavy sigh.

“You are insufferable.” He rubbed his forehead with his fingers and continued, “You’ve got five minutes.”

Buggy perked up immediately, flashing Crocodile an annoyingly bright smile.

“You won’t regret it!”

He already regrets it. Everything about Buggy was always loud. His clothes, his voice, his actions. Over the top. And Crocodile’s patience was dwindling by the second.

Buggy stood from the coffee table and pulled a glass vial from his coat pocket. He held it up between his thumb and forefinger with a triumphant pose.

It was small, but filled with some kind of yellow powder that shimmered as he twirled it in the light.

“What the hell is that?” Crocodile held out his hand to get a closer look.

Buggy grinned wider and continued to hold it out of Crocodile’s reach.

“Ah ah ah! First let me explain!” Buggy twirled it in his fingers again and it slipped, falling to the coffee table.

Buggy’s hands detached and scrambled forward, managing to catch it before it hit the table’s hard surface.

“Phew! That was…heh…pretty close!” Buggy was sweating now but he didn’t seem discouraged. Crocodile sneered at him.

“Four minutes left.”

Buggy stood up straighter, launching into his story about his discovery.

“Ok! Ok! Geez, it’s called suspense, Croccy baby! So! Me and Mihawk went to that island you told us about and while we didn’t find any marines stationed there, I found something much better! Leave it to the Genius Jester to make a discovery this big!” He wiggled his eyebrows and held out the vial, flat in his hand, once more. Crocodile reached out to grab it from him, but Buggy closed his fingers around it and snatched it back.

Crocodile growled “And what exactly did you discover? A way to piss me off?”

Buggy squeaked and hurried on with his story.

“N-no! Of course not! What I discovered was a single blooming flower! It was unlike anything else on the island, huge, but sunk into the ground! A-and I saw that the animals who came in contact with it became aggressive, chasing each other relentlessly. So, I wisely had my medical crew gather the parts and now I’ve brought the most potent part to you!”

He finished with a flourish, his hand floating forward with the vial so Crocodile could finally grab it from him. He held it delicately in his hand, the vial much smaller than when it was in Buggy’s.

“And why would I want flower pollen that makes animals aggressive?” He rolled the vial in his hand, looking bored. His mind was already buzzing with the potential this had. But he wasn’t going to admit to Buggy that this was actually a good discovery. If he could refine this, and replicate it, he’d be at the forefront of a new drug. And there was a lot of berry to be made in drugs.

“Aw, c’mon can’t you see the potential here!? You sprinkle a little of this in some of our best fighters ale and they’ll be killing machines! It’s the perfect secret weapon!”

Of course his vision was small, although it was strange that he didn’t want to take it for himself.

“Have you tested it on humans?” Crocodile held out the vial and Buggy grabbed it but it slipped through his fingers again. Stupid clown and his damn gloves.

And as Buggy panicked trying to catch it, it hit the coffee table, thankfully staying intact.

“Whoa that was close, huh?” Buggy said with a nervous chuckle. He took a step forward, tripped over his own feet and slammed his face into the table, smashing the vial.

“Ouch! Shit!” Buggy sat up, pollen all over his face, bits of glass sinking into his skin. He faced Crocodile sheepishly and then promptly sneezed in his face, not once, but five times.

“Ugh, I think I might be allergic.” Buggy groaned, wiping at his nose, letting the glass harmlessly fall from his face.

Crocodile grit his teeth so hard that his cigar snapped, falling from his lips. “You fucking dumbass.”  He spit and gripped Buggy’s throat so tightly he made the clown’s eyes bulge.

“You haven’t tested this on humans yet, have you? And now god knows what kind of side-effects this fucking pollen has!”

Buggy’s mouth just opened and closed, no sound coming out, his face starting to turn purple. Crocodile growled in frustration and threw him to the ground, hard.

“Wash that shit off of your face. I need to call a doctor and we’ll have to quarantine.” Crocodile hurried to his bathroom and washed his face, scrubbing at the skin. That stupid fucking clown was going to get him killed and he wouldn’t even be doing it on purpose!

He returned and threw a wet towel at Buggy, who just sat on the floor crying and begging for his life.

“Shut up! I’m not going to kill you, but I don’t know what this pollen does so I can’t promise anything.”

Buggy slowly wiped at his face, fat tears and snot still dripping down his face. So disgusting.

“I-I’m sorry Croccy! I didn’t mean to! I finally did something so you’d be proud of me and I ruined it!” He sobbed harder, face pressed into the cloth.

Crocodile felt a vein pulse in his forehead and felt the urge to smoke. He sat down in his armchair, grabbing another cigar and lighting it.

“Why do you make everything so difficult?” Crocodile muttered quietly to himself.

He grabbed the little snail phone from his side table and let his competent subordinates know the situation.

“We’ll need doctors on standby, but we should avoid contact until we know what we’re dealing with.” Crocodile was trying to think of his best and worst case scenarios, but it was hard to focus when Buggy wouldn’t stop whimpering.

“Buggy! Stop sniveling and get off of the floor.” He barked, his cigar already burnt halfway down from smoking it quickly in his stress.

“C-crocodile, I need to leave.” Buggy said so quietly that Crocodile almost missed it.

“Let me call you back.” Crocodile abruptly ended the call and rounded on Buggy.

“Have you not been listening to a word I’ve said? We can’t leave. And that’s your fault.” Crocodile ripped off his robe, feeling warm, and threw it at Buggy. “You and I are stuck here until the side effects of the pollen wears off.” He sat back in his armchair and took a deep breath. The leather of the chair felt pleasantly cool against his warming skin. This must be the beginning of the pollen working its way through him.

Buggy looked like he was in pain, his whole body shaking, struggling to stay upright. Crocodile looked him over. It would make sense that Buggy’s symptoms would be worse than Crocodile’s, since he took an entire face full of the pollen.

“Crocodile. I can’t stay here.” He rasped, bent double.

Crocodile stood up swiftly and took two long strides over to Buggy, crouching before him and grabbed his face under his chin with his large hand. He yanked Buggy’s face to look up at him, and noticed that his face was very red, flushed, his makeup smeared, his pupils dilated so wide there was only a thin ring of blue iris. He whimpered at the contact and the rough treatment, biting his lip to suppress his sounds.

“You are staying here and facing the consequences of your actions. I don’t care if you pass out and die. We. Are. Not. Leaving.” He bit out each word, squeezing his fingers into Buggy’s skin.

Buggy moaned and Crocodile felt caught off guard. He loosened his grip but both of Buggy’s hands held onto his wrist to keep him there.

“I-I don’t know what’s wrong but I feel so…”  Buggy swallowed hard and shuddered, squeezing his eyes shut, bringing Crocodile’s hand to his cheek. It felt burning hot, slightly sticky with sweat. Crocodile looked over Buggy once again, this time really paying attention to what he was seeing. Buggy was breathing heavily, his body felt hot, he was sweating, he kept shivering, and, glaringly, he was rock hard and straining in his pants.

“Buggy,” Crocodile said slowly, eyes dragging over Buggy’s exposed throat, to his lips, and finally to his eyes, which he now realized were darkened with lust.

“You said that the pollen made the animals aggressive. Did you see them fight?” He asked, already coming to his own conclusions.

Buggy shook his head, his lips trailing over Crocodile’s fingers. He flicked his tongue out over the rough skin, teeth grazing his fingertips.

The pollen was an aphrodisiac. Because the surge of arousal he felt at Buggy’s mouth on his hand felt so sudden and intense that it hurt. His cock hardened so fast it made him dizzy, and he tilted, nearly falling to the floor but caught himself. It didn’t matter because Buggy pushed him over anyway, crawling on top of him and rutting himself on Crocodile’s now solid erection.

“I’m sorry.” He panted, his hips moving quickly. He moaned, hands curled on Crocodile’s bare abdomen. “Feels so good. I can’t stop.”

Each thrust from his hips sent sparks of pleasure through Crocodile, but it wasn’t enough. He needed to feel Buggy’s skin. He flipped Buggy onto his back and pulled at his clothes, hand and hook tearing and shredding until Buggy was bare before him. The sight of his skin, his cock jutting out, looking red, angry and leaking, it made him feel feral.

He pushed off his own pants and brought their cocks together. Crocodile held them firmly in his hand as he thrust, making both of them moan. He thrust faster into his fist, squeezing to make it feel tight. It was so good, he had never felt horny like this before, like if he didn’t cum he would shatter apart. He needed it to be wet and slick and hot. He needed to be pounding into Buggy, to fill him with his cum.

Buggy gasped, cumming, spilling onto his belly, onto Crocodile’s cock and fingers. Crocodile moaned, using Buggy’s cum to jerk himself off, spilling onto Buggy’s belly and chest. Crocodile couldn’t stop himself, he brought his fingers to his lips and licked off Buggy’s cum, the bitter taste, the slick feeling on his tongue made his cock twitch, and he groaned aloud after he swallowed it down.

He dropped down and licked up Buggy’s belly, running his tongue over Buggy’s still hard cock, wrapping his lips around it and sucking. Buggy whined, fingers running through Crocodile’s hair, gripping hard as he continued to suck him off.

It was like Crocodile didn’t have any self-control, he was just impulses, wanting to taste Buggy, to smell him, to wring as much cum from him as he could. He kept bobbing, Buggy panted and writhed under him. He took all of him into his mouth, Buggy’s cock just barely hitting the back of his throat. He sucked hard as he came back up, making Buggy whine and tug roughly at his hair. He used his tongue to help stroke him, making Buggy gasp, pulling strangled moans from him. He kept taking him deep, going faster and faster, Buggy’s hips jumping, twitching.

“Fuck! C-Croc- aaaaahh!” Buggy came in his mouth and Crocodile moaned in satisfaction, swirling Buggy’s cum before swallowing it down. He popped off of Buggy’s cock and trailed kisses down over the crease of his thighs, sucking his balls into his mouth, then let them go. He pushed Buggy’s knees to his chest and kissed his ass, pushing his tongue between his cheeks. He licked at his rim and Buggy gasped, his hole fluttering against Crocodile’s tongue. He pushed his face further into his ass, pushing his thick tongue past his rim. Buggy whined and writhed, his hand stroking himself as Crocodile’s tongue curled and pushed into him.

Crocodile was still so hard, despite cumming, and he felt like he was burning alive. He needed to be inside of Buggy, but he was barely holding onto the idea that he needed to prepare him. He felt the urge to push into him, to shove his cock deep but some part of him knew that he couldn’t do that, that he needed to take his time.

He scooped up as much leftover cum from Buggy’s chest brought it between Buggy’s cheeks, pushing it into him, fingering him open. His insides felt burning hot and just the feeling of it sucking in his fingers had him humping the floor and biting into Buggy’s thigh.

Buggy yelped when Crocodile sucked harshly at his skin, whining as he spread him open, three fingers deep inside of him. He curled his fingers, not really looking for his prostate, but trying to open up Buggy as much as possible. But Buggy’s prostate felt large, and Crocodile could easily brush over it, making Buggy clench around him, his muscles in his belly tensing. He groaned through his teeth, his still hard cock twitching as he shot another load of cum over himself from Crocodile tapping and brushing over his swollen prostate.

Crocodile pulled his fingers from Buggy and ran his fingers through the cooling cum on his chest. He smeared Buggy’s semen over his cock, slicking himself, and brought it to Buggy’s entrance. He pushed in, probably faster than he would’ve if he’d been in his right mind, but as soon as Buggy’s tight heat started swallowing him, he couldn’t stop. He thrust forward, making Buggy cry out, his whole body trembling, sweat and tears dripping down his face.

He pushed fully into Buggy and sighed in pleasure and relief. This was exactly where he needed to be. He leaned over Buggy, enjoying the feeling of him, rolling his hips. Buggy gasped and writhed under him, his hand jumping to stroke himself.

“P-please. Please fuck me. I need it, Croccy.” Buggy begged, his voice cracking.

Crocodile grabbed one of Buggy’s arms and pinned it above him.

“You’ll take what I give you.” He growled, swirling his hips, making Buggy whimper.

He shallowly thrust into Buggy, pulling out further and further with every thrust until he was slamming into him, hips slapping together loudly.

The pleasure he felt from being inside of Buggy was unlike anything he’d experienced before. He’d been inside plenty of people, people bigger than Buggy, and people smaller, but whatever was happening now was fantastic. His balls tightened, and he spilled inside of Buggy, his orgasm so powerful that it made him ache, but he didn’t stop. He didn’t care about anything except chasing his next climax.

Buggy was loud the whole time, moaning and crying, his hand stroking himself furiously, cumming once again, thin and translucent, but not stopping.

Crocodile curled his body, pulling Buggy into his arms, his hips still pounding into him. He licked and sucked at Buggy’s neck, suddenly feeling possessive. He needed to fill him over and over, needed to see the evidence of his pleasure all over Buggy’s body. He could feel Buggy clench around him, whining, fat tears rolling down his cheeks as he orgasmed again, totally dry.

He groaned into Buggy’s skin and moved to the other side of his neck, continuing to mark him as he fucked him.

“Crocodile!” Buggy cried when he felt Crocodile cum inside of him again. It was like each orgasm both eased some raging thing inside of him and stoked it back to life, leaving him hungry and needy. Buggy’s arms wrapped around his neck and held him tight, his wet messy face and lips tickling his ear. Crocodile, whose mouth was latched onto Buggy’s neck, let go with a wet slurp and he smashed their lips together. Buggy moaned, kissing back sloppily, smearing lipstick and tears into Crocodile’s mouth. Crocodile licked into his mouth, pushing his tongue against Buggy’s, tasting him, devouring him. Crocodile swallowed all of his sounds, every delicious moan and whine and whimper, feeding Buggy some of his own. The wet slide of their tongues, the hot feeling of his mouth made him feel euphoric. His whole body felt electric, like he couldn’t get enough of the taste of him, the smell, the sensation of his tongue and skin and teeth.

He came inside of Buggy once again, the inside of him feeling slick and hot with so much semen coating him, making each thrust into Buggy easier. He continued to kiss Buggy, not letting up, hips still pumping furiously. Nothing felt like enough, like if he stopped moving he’d break apart, like he’d shatter and die. He wanted to consume him, devour him, swallow him up until Buggy was an inherent part of him. And it seemed like Buggy was feeling something similar, not wanting to let go of Crocodile, clawing at his skin, desperately trying to pull him closer.

…

It took hours for the pollen to work its way through their bloodstreams, Buggy getting the worst of it, still desperate to cum well after Crocodile’s body finally settled. He let Buggy rut into him near the end of his lust-driven haze and that’s how he fell asleep, laying on his belly with Buggy fucking him.

When he awoke next his whole body was sore, aching down to the bone, like he’d just had the shit kicked out of him.

“Fuck.” He groaned, trying to sit up, but his muscles spasmed and he laid back down. He huffed in frustration and looked around for a cigar. He saw Buggy sleeping soundly beside him, looking thoroughly debauched. His hair was a matted mess, his makeup nearly gone, tear tracks obvious through the residue on his face, his body covered in bruises and hickies and drying cum.

He really did fuck Buggy, didn’t he? He was having a hard time parsing it together in his head. He knew he did, but it was still hard to believe. Whatever pollen Buggy brought back was dangerous, enough to totally cloud a person’s judgement and reduce them to baser instincts. He could still recall the intense feelings, the overwhelming need and lust.

No wonder he was so sore, he was forty-six, he really shouldn’t be fucking anyone on the hard floor, let alone for hours. His muscles ached, along with his bones and joints, and he was becoming aware of a throbbing headache building. He needed to get up and take some really fucking strong pain killers.

He grit his teeth and stood, stumbling as he got to his feet, but steadied himself on his couch. He hobbled to his bathroom and grabbed his strongest pain killers, the kind that get you high. He took two with a sip of water and realized how thirsty he was, gulping down glass after glass of water until his belly sloshed.

A hot bath sounded amazing, but he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stay awake so he just wiped himself down. He started to leave the bathroom and then remembered Buggy. He should kick that idiot out for what he just put the two of them through…but he was too tired to toss him from his room. He grabbed one of his nice pain killers, a glass of water and a wet towel, returning to Buggy who was still sound asleep.

Stupid clown. He looked over Buggy’s body and a small surge of possessive pride swelled in his chest as his eyes lingered on the marks he left on his skin. Must be a side effect of the pollen. He wiped down Buggy’s body, unabashedly looking at him, memorizing him now that he was in his right mind. He hated to admit it to himself, but Buggy was the best lover he’d ever had. And he was sure that it was the pollen’s fault…but he might have to sleep with Buggy outside of the pollen’s influence…just to confirm.

With a grunt he scooped up Buggy from the floor and brought him to the bed, leaving the pill and water beside him on the nightstand. Crocodile settled back onto the bed next to Buggy, finally lighting a cigar and relaxing into the pillows. Well, even if the pollen turned out to be an intense aphrodisiac, Crocodile could refine that and make a very addictive drug. People would pay serious berry to take a drug that made sex feel that good. He’d probably have to test the final product with Buggy again, since they were the only ones who knew what the raw pollen felt like. Anything for business.

[yakultii]

@alwayschasingrainbows hi hi thank you sm for all the questions <33 I appreciate u sm ik u accidentally asked on my main but I’m gonna answer them here :))) also thank you for sending ur own answers too I loved reading them and learning more about you and found them super interesting!!!!! <3

1. What is your favourite childhood movie and why?

Strangely I’d never been big on movies or tv as a kid or even now (I want to get more into it now but my adhd still says no) my mum even told me that when I was young she could sit my brothers in front of the tv to be entertained but not me, I’d lose interest hella quickly… probs the first time I got into anything tv related was when I was 10-12 and was invested in the drama of the tv series “dance academy” on abc3 Ive actually met the producer! other than that I didn’t mind a reality show as a kid but then most of that wore off after I studied media in school and we went as live audience to “reality” shows and I realised how set up everything was and couldn’t care less afterward -

If I had to pick any movie that I loved and that still strangely brings me some sort of comfort.. it would have to be the 2010 Jaden Smith Version of Karate Kid ahahaha idk why (well I kinda do there’s lots of reasons but then I’d go on another whole tangent so I won’t) I was like 11 when it came out so I think that can count :) I can weirdly watch it over and over whereas most other movies I watch once and never again.

2. Do you have a favourite book or book series and why?

I talked about this in some previous posts on here but my fav book of all time is “Eleanor Oliphant is Completely Fine” by Gail Honeyman !!!!! I also am very passionate about “The uncaged sky: my 804 days in an Iranian Prison” by Kylie Moore-Gilbert (the audiobook version narrated by Kylie herself) and fav wholesome series has gotta be the Heartstopper graphic novels!!!! AHAHA again I could go on and on and on about why I love them all individually as they are all VERY DIFFERENT from each other, but I’ll literally be writing like 3 giant essays so I’ll stop myself now!! I will say, while it’s important we consume and love media that we don’t relate to to broaden our perspectives of life, it’s obviously easy to consume and love media that we see a small part of ourselves in and think this has a lot to do with why I love these so much!

3. The colour that makes you happy

Probably a dark green which reminds me of the rainforest:))))

4. Your favourite cereal?

I honestly don’t eat cereal and never really have :,) cereals were kinda demonised in my house as a child (almond mum tings?) but then eventually they weren’t anymore but I never rlly enjoyed their taste - this is such a sad answer but probably Kelloggs sultans bran LMAO. I haven’t had it for years but I rlly don’t mind it … I think it’s probably very different to American cereals cause it’s not sweet … one time I went to an American food store here in Aus and everything I tried taste like pure sugar and hurt my stomach so bad LOL never again I’m hoping and praying that Americans have other food options not featured in this store 😭 cos I understand some of it as a one off dessert but like everyday breakfast omg noooo I hope ur stomachs are ok

5. Your favourite gemstone?

I’m ngl I don’t have a super passionate answer about this one off the top of my head (sorry I’m such a boring person!!) I think they’re all so pretty!!! I gave them a google to try decide which I like most but it’s impossible .. I think I love any of the blue ones!! I’ll tell you one thing I rlly don’t love the yellow topaz cos I’m born in Nov and I see it on everything and I swear it’s the worst one imo like liteeally any other one I love! But I can still appreciate it ig :,)

6. Any activity you liked as a child and do you still like it now?

My biggest pain as a child was athletics!!!! I used to be competitive in 100m, 200m, long jump and triple jump :) sadly I no longer do athletics or compete but my passion for running/competitiveness lived on and by 15 I ran my first half marathon.. but from 17 onwards I got quite sick and was unable to run (minus a few little months of getting back into it over the yrs only to have to stop again) and now I’m 24 and finally getting back into it again.. kinda.. cos my health is still kinda shit but I’ll go for a lot shorter runs a couple times a week and hoping and praying my health gets better so I can proper get back into it.. not to compete anymore just for myself cos it’s one of the only things in this life that brings me joy :) I’ve also always loved taking photos although I’m not professional or anything it’s just been a fun little hobby I guess.. I have a few diff cameras but in currently trying (failing) to save for this new different one.. just waiting for my uni scholarship money this tri bc I’m too unwell to use it to go on a holiday atm I’m gonna use it to buy this camera I’ve been wanting oop :,) I’m a much bigger a fan of film photography over digital but the camera I’m planning on buying is kinda a combo of both eg. It produces images of a similar vibe to film photography but is actually digital so u don’t have to worry about wasting film :) it’s also a point and shoot, super small and can be taken anywhere which is much better than my current digital camera which is bulky and has a million settings idk how to use lol.

7. Have you ever read Lucy Maud Montgomery books?

I was about to say no I’ve never heard of her but then I googled it and saw Anne of Green Gables which I read when I was like literally 8… and as I’ve said in a previous post I never remember what I’ve read even if I read it two minutes ago bc adhd tings but I always remember how it made me feel - and I remember really enjoying it! Maybe I should give it a reread cause I barely remember what it was about :,) as for the rest of her books I don’t think I’ve read any! I love so much that you have a fandom page omgggg I wish I was that passionate about something !!!! PLS PLS give me recommendations if someone were only to read 1 of her books .. okay maybe 2 for now!!!!! I might actually give them a read :)))

Thank you thank you again for all ur kinds words I hope u have the most amazing day/night <33333 I appreciate u a lot!

[lifmera]

Hello! I saw you do matchups so I wanted to request one!! I'd like to request a Hazbin Matchup. If you can't get to me that's quite all right, take you're time!

I'm 18, my pronouns are She/Her, and I'm Pansexual. My favorite color is yellow. My zodiac is Saggitarius (December 21st). I'm 5'3" (short/average).

I am an actor (mainly a stage actor). I love to sing, paint (abstract cause its more forgiving), and cosplay (a lot).

I talk a lot. Some say too much and I was often bullied for it. I curse like a sailor. My teachers are sick and tired of my foul moth they don't even say anything anymore lol. Im very social and like making friends, though i dont have many. But i still try and be a friendly presence and someone people can feel confortable around. I have anxiety as well. I'm super clumsy its actually ridiculous. My family gets nervous everytime I'm near stairs, and I have a scar next to my eye from being so clumsy (I tripped and fell into the corner of a coffee table and bashed my face next to my eye. After my stitches were taken out and it healed, I tripped and fell again, bashing my face into a doorknob in the exact same place 🙃). I'm a danger to society from just how much I fall :) but I'm getting better at catching myself.

I like anime and video games (mainly indie horror [Batim, DDLC (is DDLC indie??), Poppy Playtime, Fnaf, and others.]), and D&D.

I also love musical theatre :)

I'm kinda sensitive as well so please be nice to me. I have an insane fear of Needles and Dogs (which Is super unfortunate). I like fruity flavors over chocolate when it comes to candy.

I hope this is enough info to help you figure out who to match me with :) if not you could just respond and say it's not enough and I'll give more :)

Thank you so much :)

Hey Hun!!

You might hate me, or love me.. BUT..

I’ve paired you with.. ADAM!

Dont hate me.. i love him..

He would definitely force you to act for him. He’d enjoy it so much. And honestly he’d want to play with you!!

He loves your paintings, at first he didn’t really understand why… but when he saw the final product, he loved it!

He’d also force you to cosplay for him.

He’d be like .. “could you cosplay a cute cat girl..? Please? 🥹” (you could kick him in the balls its ok.)

He would bully you, AT FIRST. I think if you confided in Adam he genuinely would stop. He already lost two wives, it probably took him a lot to even bag someone.

Adam seems like a dick head but he would do anything for his s/o.

He would love that you curse like a sailor. You guys would cuss other people out like its a job.

He loves that you are friendly with other people, but holy shit this guy would be POSSESSIVE.

Especially after how clumsy you can be??

This guy is by ur side 24/7. On ur ass like its his LIFE MISSION

Hes definitely a clingy man.

You can talk to him about anything, but just as long as you are able to listen to him too. He just talks ssooo much.

Although like i said, hes pretty much an asshole, he’d get better for you.

He will change for his s/o, because if anything, if he loses another one? Thats just… 😅

He would totally feed you sweets and fruits though, he loves them too!

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PLEASE DONT HATE ME 🥲🥲🥲

[foggymud]

WELCOME TO "Raw Ingredients" ep.1!! the game show where we take ur fav cookie. And dive deep too figure out what swims beneath the calm waters of the lotus paradise

today we have the newest adition to oven break, thats right the one the only the cutie!POND DINO!! or pondy for short!

So where to start? Lets see....well for one pondy isn't what they seam,there not a gummy dinosour like the ones we've seen before! They are actualy inspierd by the forget-me-not [or fmn if i ever refer to it again] flower! The name was changed in traslación for what ive heard leading too pond dino to be what we know them as!

Pond dino is also one of the few cookies with the slit eye design! While not exclusive to dragons this trait is ussualy shared among them excluding lychee [wich May play into there potencialy sucubus inspierd design, next ri might be on em ectualy]

wich further reinforces there relevance to the dragon story! And longan there self says that pondy is the only foil to there plan,more on that laiter.[side note: not all slit eye or slit like eye cookies are in the image showned]

Another thing worth of note is pondy's shape and body design, as a New born baby dino it makes sense there small stubby and chubby,but a weird thing is that they where born with not only super long "hair" that seams too twist rather then sway as well as a flower that-

APARANTLY IS EATHER SENTIENT OR APART OF THEM???? Wich all of this leads me too belive this is all apart of there boddy, meaning pondy has 6 limbs [huh kinda make sense why there with lotus now] one set of back and front flippers + the hair flippers.

and finnaly in terms of the design we have pondys color palet! Its quite simple being made out of the face tone, primeraly 2 to 3 shades of blue, some cream yellows for the eyes,flower,and tummy, as well as white for extra detail and purple for the eyes,2th layer of the flower and.....segmentación on the chest?? Im not gonna try to understand why a nonbinary they/its new born lizard that already looks quite femenet needed boob segmentación on there upper body so lets just move on.

As ive not seen the hold story i won't be able to talk much about the lore but looks like there isn't much to cover? They where born from an egg that showed up in a place where "ancient magic once held sway" if i had to guess the lotus palace or the lotus lake its self as it did have quite the amount of magical things besides lotus there self, such as lesser dragons wich while not new as we've seen them all over the place, the little elfs that worked for lotus alongside the hydrangean cookies, and that time longan sent there despicable me looking eye balls there so yeah theres a lot of magic.

And if you remember i did say i was gonna talk about longans "the only foil to my plan" line earlier so lets start with this final segment!, i belive what this line refers to is that there atempts at destroying cookie kind might not be that eficient if life [aka pond] can still emerge from it, they sunk an entierd palace and possibly flooded a hold island and jet a cookie was borned from this destrucción, longan seams to know what this implies as while still a baby pond thretends there hold plan just by existing somhow, maybe will see somthing simmilar to pond in the future, eather other babys from the ananas and pitaya islands [maybe lychee as well idk how bad there island is as the longan break out starts deep below the surface], some kind of figure or presence in history, or maybe a New legend? Who knows!

Side note below if you wanna read

Hi thanks too anyone who reads this far into the post! Even thru my crazy theories and endless rambles y bad grammer, i hope it was understandable to some degree. If you have anything that i may have forgot, got wrong, and even wanna add or share what you think on anything regarding this post feal free to inform me!. Anyways hope this was a ok post at best as i hope to do more like this in the future as it was tons of fun for me even if im not trully sure on how to takle this

[sunkern-plus]

HI ok i dont know ur ocs well so I hope these outfits fit but!!!!

Ravi H4 👀👀

FIRST ONE!!

hope you don't mind it wearing a turban bc it's sikh canonically but

(also this outfit would be WAY too high effort for Ravi normally as it normally has zero spoons from autism and adhd AND appeasing hpd (my additional idea sorry @pissonthepoor for not telling you it has appeasing hpd but when I was making a fanmix for it it suddenly clicked in my head) AND general "so much work as a psych major' but this would honestly be something it'd like to wear if it had the time lol. I'll actually be putting in effort to color! unfortunately, due to autism related fine motor disabilities causing pain, I can only do one request at a time, but tomorrow I'll do the rest!)

[image description: a picture of me and @pissonthepoor 's ocs ravi bhaskar, qiu mu, and domino mu. ravi is a fat, dark skinned gendervoid punjabi-american sikh wearing a yellow turban, a grey purple suit with a yellow cape, a grey belt, painted blue nails, and grey pants. it is smiling peacefully. behind them in a speech bubble is qiu mu and domino mu, an olive skinned unlabeled sexuality and gender (for qiu) and mspec gendervoid (for domino) Chinese-american system. qiu is drooling but trying to hold back, and domino is squealing. end image description.]

[laikataru]

hiii i hope this is ok to ask but i’d love to know more about ur mariver fankids!

Yeah it’s totally okay! They’re my scrimblos so I’d be happy to talk ab them all day HDBDBDJ

So like I said before, Melody and Reef are both twins! Reef actually hatched just a few seconds before though

Reef is super attached to Marie, he gets frightened and nervous very easily, and when he does Marie is always there to comfort him. Usually, she’ll sing to him until he calms down, sometimes he’ll even sing along with her 🥹

This song ⬇️ Marie told him that if he sings it it’ll keep all the monsters and scary things away

Reef also has a shark plush Shiver got him for his first birthday! It’s so large he can barely carry it, but it’s his favorite thing and he’ll try to take it everywhere when he can, it’s already pretty worn and Shiver has had to patch it up a few times already

Melody is always full of energy and she’s always eager to make new friends. Marie and Shiver are constantly trying to keep up with her to make sure she doesn’t get in too much trouble

Melody loves spending time with her aunts, Frye and Callie, because they are always happy to play with her! She loves to draw and will sit with Shiver while they paint.

On her 5th birthday Callie and Frye got Melody some twirling ribbons! She likes to listen to her parents music and tries to ribbon dance to the songs (her favorites are Smeared Canvas, Ink Me Up, and, Liquid Sunshine!) sometimes Reef will sing and Melody will dance along!

Shiver likes to take both of them on (safe and secure) rides with Master Mega. They make trips to Calamari County and the Hohojoro clan annually for family visits! Both of the babies see Shiver as “the cool mom” but if they’re sick or hurt they’ll run to Marie for comfort (Marie has a little more practice bc she used to help and comfort Callie when they were little) if one of them got even a paper cut Shiver would freak out and not stop fussing over them

Hmmm let’s see what else

Melody’s favorite color is Blue bc it’s the color of the sky on a nice day, and the ocean, and master mega

Reef’s favorite color is yellow/gold bc it’s the color of the shiny confetti during splatfest, the warm sun, and his moms eyes

Melody’s favorite snack is Bungeo-ppang (similar to Taiyaki) that is filled with cream and chocolate

Reef’s favorite food is candied sweet potatoes and pineapple!

Lmk if you have any specific questions or if you just wanna know more in general! I’d be happy to make a part 2 😋

[lion-buddy]

I must ask: what's your favorite Precure series (or Precure character), and why?

ah! you see the thing is, I’ve only ever finished star twinkle hehe. but i have seen a few episodes of tropical rouge and the 2020 miracle leap movie too! im also planning to watch the new all stars F movie when i can!! [hopefully soon ahh]. So yeah I don’t have much to say about any other season

but!! I have a lot to say abt star twinkle! like a lot. I watched star twinkle because I saw Yuni's wiki page, got interested, and proceeded to stay up till 4am watching it all. So yeah! I really enjoyed it, I don’t even know where to start

yuni is my favorite character if it wasnt obvious lol, she is literally like. the perfect character from personality to design. shes an antagonist aligned shapeshifting phantom thief catgirl with a blue/yellow/rainbow color scheme who struggles with self perception and relationships in general and gets found-familied by the narrative [whether she likes it or not]. [[this sentence is meant to all be said in one continuous breath]] TLDR she could not be any more perfect, she scores a 10/10 for character of all time. i could say a lot abt yuni!! but ill hold myself back for now since i feel that could be a whole essay of its own. hikaru is also a character that's growing on me a lot. im not sure how to put it into words, but! shes really really interesting to me, which surprised me since i dont typically lean towards her character type. maybe i can find the words to talk abt her one day, bc i see way too much slander directed at her, she does not deserve all that

ok but star twinkle itself! i adore its themes of friendship, forgiveness, and learning what it means to grow up and grow apart. typical for a show of its demographic. what really got me was how it expanded on all of that, it introduced the concept of figuring out your place in the world, and learning how to continue living happily even if the people you care about most aren't here with you. it kinda hit really close to home for me. its so obvious how much the whole cast cares for each other, and i could see them building up to a finale where they would all have to say goodbye to each other forever. i wasnt sure if theyd actually commit all the way but!! they sure did!!!! watching them get separated at the end like that really hurt!!! like a lot!!!!!! im such a baby when it comes to cast separations but. man. star twinkle did it really well.

also also its ost is really really good??! this is aside from the intro and outro themes, im focusing on the instrumental backing tracks that play throughout the episodes. i was surprised to find them on youtube, and found myself blown away by how emotional they were. its got such a strong central motif that plays throughout the tracks, and obliterates you at the end when it shows back up to deliver an extremely emotional farewell song. i have cried several time listening to it, i dont think any ost has ever done that to me [aside from a few select songs from various medias. and undertale lol]. but yeah. listen to the star twinkle ost if you havent it will make you feel things.

i could also add that the movie kills me every time. watch the star twinkle movie if ur at all interested in anything ive said. its a good starting point if u want to see some action and get the vibe of the characters

on the topic of movies, final little note! im really interested in the new all stars F movie and prim, or cure supreme. literally know nothing about them but!! im staring so hard, they look exactly like my type of character. also the songs that have released are really really good ahhh scratching at the walls i hope it releases somewhere soon so i can see them in action. hopefully itll get me interested in checking out other seasons as well :]

[fairyhaos]

"if anyone else wants to come and discuss the colours i put for the members in my inbox.... yall can RUN here i wanna talk about it so bad" all you had to do was ask, yena <⁠(⁠￣⁠︶⁠￣⁠)>

i actually don't know if i have synesthesia (but when i was a kid i would associate personalities(?) with the letters of the alphabet as well as numbers ? ? idk how to explain it but 3 would be this rly sweet character whereas the number 4 would be a bit on the shyer/quieter side,,, does that make sense ? bye where is this going O⁠_⁠o) but when i first saw ur post about cheol being burgundy it was just so,,, aaa idk it just made so much sense ? it was so intriguing that my mind had already associated certain colors w some of them and idk you gave me something really interesting to think about ! ! i even ended up writing something for the 95line bcs i was so inspired !!

i chose wine red for cheol (i was so close to picking burgundy lmao), pastel pink for hannie and silver for shua <3 i made some of my irls even read that stuff and they liked it so will it be ok if i share it w you too ? ? i don't mind sending it to you on anon bcs i just wrote that for fun and quite frankly i don't think it's worth stealing anyway lmao ⊙⁠.⁠☉ but yeah !! pls lmk if you'd like to read those bcs this already got so long and i spoke nothing of value here rip,, and oh do you have any emoji anons ? i would like to be 🎐 anon if that's okay ? if not, then that's fine too >:) i hope ur day has been treating you well so far !! <3

hii omg let's talk colours!!

ive never seen someone associate numbers w personalities before (then again i literally know NO ONE else with synaesthesia lmao) but that's really interesting! all i know is that the even numbers are some form of orange/brown/yellow/red for me

i think synaesthesia is So intriguing and when i was a child i didn't even realize it was not normal to see colours for people and words until i told it to others and they were like "wait what, that's not normal" so yeah, im glad it gave you something to think about too!

wine red and burgundy omg you and me 🫶🫶🫶 that really is so close! the jihan colours are also vv interesting,, jeonghan as pink is something i can definitely see haha but for me jeonghan is literally everything colour and also transparent and clear at the same time so

and joshua! i have shua's synaesthesia just sitting in my drafts basically BEGGING for someone to request it bc i. i love his colour so much and it's so strong and even though i can't find any colour on earth that looks like the colour in my head perfectly i still love it so much. i think you'll love it too when i post it bc... again there's a crazy similarity here (but kinda in a different way,,, you'll have to see what i mean later on HAHA)

i would LOVE to see your writing for the 95 line! seeing the reasoning/ the feelings of the colours and how you describe it interests me so much. ive always wanted someone to share colours and reasoning of colours with, so of course!!!

this is such a long answer haha but also yes you can definitely be 🎐anon! i have a couple of named anons i think? but i haven't heard from any of them apart from the first ask they sent me so im not too sure <3

hope you're doing well too!